Indiana, M-R, 1822-1981

McNEEZ ER, Ulysses (MACK, U.), black, elec. IN@ (Porter) July 1, 19

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By Detective Captain JAMES R. VODICKA when thet
ruary 17th.

of the Gary (Indiana) Police Department Joe Bale
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As told to H. E. PATTERSON employed

of the Gary Post-Tribune

Murder—hideous, inhuman murder—night after night! An unseen

Terror, lurking in the shadows!

A city paralyzed by fear! Frenzied
detectives with their backs to the wall! Then... .

A scene of doom! This is the spot at Fourteenth Avenue and Virginia Street, Gary, Indiana, where Mary Gigl was fatally
attacked. The arrow indicates the spot where she was found

sibility with a hatchet and dragged their bodies
to isolated vacant lots?

Who were the hatchet bandits that preyed
upon unsuspecting folk and left victim after victim lying
in the streets beaten almost to death?

Who was the giant gorilla-like brute? Who was the man
with the limp that accompanied him?

Night after night last winter pedestrian after pedestrian
was found, beaten and robbed. Always they were found
near. the Pennsylvania railroad right of way.

Was there any connection between these outrages and
the mysterious voice over the telephone which lured: Detec-
tive Sergeant John Bolden to different parts of the city on
bogus calls?

These were the questions which faced me as the lustful
murderers remained uncaught, while the whole city seethed
with excitement as it awaited with fearful apprehension
the news of the next outrage.

For three months the whole police department hunted
these killers night and day without result. The day police
force was cut down to a minimum so that we might throw
every available man on the streets at night for the pro-

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HO were the fiends that grabbed girls and women
off the streets at night, beat them into insen-

tection of our citizens. Unlighted streets were shunned and
no one walked on the sidewalk near a vacant lot.

Detectives traced every clue, questioned every informer,
arrested every likely suspect but without result. Moonshine
joints, vice dens and criminal haunts were raided almost
nightly and, scores of suspects arrested on suspicion but re-
leased when the attacks continued.

HE first intimation that a hegro slugger was at work
came on January 27th, when Peter Mihalko, a. steel-
worker came into the station one night about 8 o’clock and
said he had been held up the night before by two negroes.

‘He said one. man had grabbed him around the neck while

he was walking on the street near his home, and the other
man had searched him and taken $1.75 and a watch. They
had hit him over the head with a club, thrown him into the
street and disappeared.

We have, in the city of Gary, with its large colored popu-
lation, frequent hold-ups of this nature, called in police
department parlance strong-arm jobs. I assigned Detec-
tive Sergeant John Bolden to this case and ordered him to
watch the pawnshops for the watch, as well as question
negroes—Bolden being a colored officer himself.

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frightened their children to sleep at night by telling them
if they were not good the bad niggers would get them.

Many came to me and wanted permits to carry guns
which, of course, I had to refuse. I didn’t get much sléep
from then on. I don’t think the rest of the detectives did
either.

We had guessed right about the connection between the
bogus telephone call and the fiends. It was proved five
days later:

Bolden was in the station and again the desk-sergeant
received a call, asking that Bolden meet Clifford at the
railroad station. I told Bolden to go and ordered two other
detectives to get the car ready.

Somewhere in the city somebody’s life was at stake.

Sure enough, twenty minutes later the call came in. The

victim this time was a colored attorney, L. H. Brewer, who.

maintained offices at 2143 Broadway. He was walking near
a school on Jackson Street near Twenty-fourth Avenue
when two negroes jumped out of the school yard, slugged
him over the head and robbed him. He was left unconscious
but was found a short time later by a pedestrian.

Above and below are two views of the
vacant lot at Fifteenth Avenue and Pierce
Street, where Josephine Odoriczzi met a
hideous fate at the hands of Gary’s human
gorilla. The arrow in the upper photo
points to the spot where the body was
found by two small boys who were playing
“Indian.” At the right is an official

Police photograph of Ulysses Mack,

the axe-slayer

Brewer did not see the tall man
but we knew he was there. The
other man, he said, was about five
feet, six inches tall. He could not
give us any description of his cloth-
ing. So far, we did not have any-
thing to work on except these very
slim descriptions. We arrested every
colored man who had a limp and
every tall colored man whom we
had any reasons to suspect.

The fiends struck again the next
night. Bolden received the same
call, answered it, and a few minutes later two detectives
and | dashed to Twenty-first Avenue and the Pennsylvania
Railroad tracks where we found Climax Shoffa lying in the
street unconscious. A pedestrian had found him. Shoffa
was taken to the hospital and when he recovered he said
two negroes had attacked him.

NE had asked him for a match. As he reached for it the
other hit him over the head with a gas pipe. Shoffa was
coming home from his. work and had just cashed a hundred-
dollar pay check when he was robbed. The man who asked
him for the match was about five feet, six inches tall, he
said. That was all he could tell us.
Bolden and | had a talk that night and we agreed that,

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somehow, there must be some connection between these
jobs and the Pennsylvania Railroad, because everyone of
the hold-ups and sluggings had been perpetrated either on
the Pennsylvania right of way or near it. And | at once
ordered an extra detail of men to watch that right of way.
It was a hard job because of the amount of territory in-
volved.

The next night the sluggers did not call Bolden, but it
was this night that they switched from a gas pipe or a club
to a hatchet, which they used in all the rest of their crimes.
At this time I gave the police orders to shoot to kill if they
came upon either of the two fiends.

About 8°45 that night the hatchet men appeared. Wil-
liam Crowder and Katie Mackinter, both colored, were
walking home. When they approached the Pennsylvania
crossing over Nineteenth Avenue, two men jumped out of
the shadows. One of them was described by the victims as
a tall slender negro, brandishing a hatchet. He struck
Crowder twice, once just back of the left ear and once in
the mouth.

The woman was struck on the arm and the side of the
head. Both screamed before they
fell to the street unconscious and
evidently frightened the fiends for
they did not touch their victims nor
rob them.

HIS might have been because

Willie Long started to cross the
tracks just as the woman screamed
the last time. It was dark at this
spot so that Long was unable to
catch sight of the two men when he
rushed to the woman’s assistance.
He found the couple, blood flowing
from their wounds, lying where they
had been beaten down. He called
us. I got there a few minutes later.
Both were taken to the hospital and
later recovered. As_ usual, they
could not give us any accurate de-
scription. of their assailants,

I had ordered two squad cars filled with officers armed
with shotguns, to come on duty at 8 o'clock at night to
work until midnight and told them to spend their time
patrolling near the Pennsylvania Railroad.

But, the two fiends outwitted us the next night, for they
appeared between 6 and 7 o'clock, just at dusk.

The action started at 6:30 when a call came in for Bolden.
This time the mysterious voice over the phone left a mes-
sage for Bolden to come to 2552 Washington Street. We
tried to trace that call but were unsuccessful, so I sent
Bolden out and | waited in the station.

I felt that within a short time another call would come in
from some unfortunate person who had met the negroes
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Joe Balceak called the station about 9
o'clock at night and said he had just met two
sluggers at Twenty-third and Jefferson who
employed the same tactics. Balceak was able
to furnish descriptions of the two men but the _
descriptions were slightly erroneous, as it later
turned out. He said one man was about five
feet, eleven inches tall, weighing around 190
pounds, wore a short yellow coat and. a cap.
The other man wore a blue jumper and over-
alls and was slightly shorter.

Just six days later came another report of
their activities. This time the victim was Mrs.
John Houer. She was held up a block from
her home by a black fiend, who grabbed her
around the neck, snatched her pocketbook
containing a small amount of money and ran
limping down an alley when she screamed.

I called in the entire detective force and.
ordered every one to concen-
trate on a tall negro anda
shorter one who limped. Know-
ing the crook mind, I knew that
this pair would grow bolder as
the days passed if they were not
apprehended.

THE three preceding jobs. of
these two fiends had resulted
only in small paragraphs in the
newspapers. When they struck
again on March 5th, the city
"and the newspaper men com-
menced to hum.

During this time, Detective |
Sergeant Bolden had arrested
several men as suspects, turn-
ing them loose when they could
not be identified.

On the night of March 5th I
was seated in the police station
when the desk-seargeant  re-
ceived a telephone call.

“This is Jack Clifford, the
Pennsylvania Railroad detec-
tive,” said a voice over the phone, “Tell Sergeant Bolden
to meet me at Pennsylvania station right away.”

The message was given to Bolden and he left at once.

Twenty minutes later came a call from Twenty-first and

Adams, a half mile from the railroad station. | dispatched ©

Detectives Robert Bock and Ralph Bogardus to the scene,
and they found that a colored woman, Mrs. Leola Calloway,
had met the two fiends, where the Pennsylvania Railroad
crosses Adams Street, as she was coming home from church,

The woman was hit over the head from. behind with a
club, then grabbed by the arms and carried to the tracks
beneath a gondola car. She had been attacked, her clothes
torn off, her pocketbook, containing a dollar in cash, stolen,
and then rolled beneath the wheels of the car and left there
unconscious.

As she was dragged to the car one of the negroes told
her, they were going to kill her. Luckily, Mrs. Calloway re-
covered sufficiently to crawl from under the car where she
was left, before it was moved. :

Mrs. Calloway told us that a giant negro and a smaller
light-skinned negro were her assailants. The giant carried

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Sixteen-year-old Mary Gigl, of Milwaukee, who eloped and went to Gary, only to be one
of the victims of an arch-demon whose horrible deeds all but exhausted the resources of the
detective bureau

the hatchet, she said. His voice was husky and his hands
were large as hams. He picked her up like he would a
child, she told us, with a shudder.

Bolden returned about the time we had completed our
investigation of this last outrage.

“GOMETHING funny in.all this,” he said. “I went down
to the Pennsylvania station and finally found Clifford.
He denied that he had ever called me. Looks as if there
was some connection between that call and this job to-
night.”

“1 wouldn’t doubt it,” I told him. “You know, John, the
negroes say that you never went: after a man that you didn’t
land. -I know if I were a negro criminal, I’d just about want
to know where you were when I decided to stage a crime.”

We talked the matter over and decided that the best thing
to do was to let Bolden answer any calls that might come
in for him; and, in the meantime, I ordered two detectives,
with a fast automobile, to remain in the station every
night. It was imperative that we round up. these two men!

Mill workers were almost afraid to go to:work. Mothers

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MeKINNEY, Thomas, hanged at Vincennes, Indiana, on Oct, 22, 1822,

"Vincennes, Ind., Oct. 5, 1822-0n Friday, of last week, came on before the Circuit Court
in this place, the trial of Thomas McKinney, for the murder of James Boyd, in August last
The trial lasted until Saturday afternoon, when the case was submitted to the jury, who,
after an hour's absence returned into court with a verdict of guilty, The prosecution
was conducted by John Law, Esa., the prosecuting attorney, assisted by G W. Johnston,
Esa. - Ihe prisoner was defended by David Hart, and Chas, Dewey, Fsors. We have sel-

dom witnessed a more interesting trial, or one in which there was so complete and satis-
factory evidence of the prisoner's guilt, A motion was made for a new trial, by the pri-
soner's counsel, which was overruled by the court,and on Tuesday morning his honor, Judge
Call, pronounced, in a solemn and impressive manner, the sentence of death upon the priso
ner. He is to be executed on Tuesday the 15th inst, between the hours of 2 and 3 in the
afternoon, From the evidence, it appeared that the prisoner and Boyd were both engaged
in passing counterfeit money, and the quarrel arose in consequence of a threat upon the
part of Boyd of turning state's evidence against the prisoner, (McKinney was hung on the
15th ult.)" DAILY NALIONAL INTELLIGENCER, November 9, 1822 (2/h.)

"MURDER = A man named JamesBoyd was found murdered on the 10th of August within fifteen
miles of Vincennes, Illinois (this should be Indiana), ‘he murderer was apprehended, and
proved to be a person of the name of James McKinney. He was taken to the grave of the
deceased, where he made a full confession, and stated that he was induced to kill Boyd,
to prevent him from turning States' evidence. It appears they were both counterfeiters,
and had a quarrel about the division of the counterfeit money, when McKinney, taking the
opportunity of the deceased being asleep, put an end to his existence by shooting him
through the head with a pistol," DAILY NALIONAL INiELLIGENCER, Washington, D, (ys Sep=
tember 30, 1822 (2/1,)


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HE car ground its way across the
soggy cornfield and stopped just
short of the fence. The head-
lights knifed a silver path through
the January night and were reflected
from the muddy pools of rain water.

“Get out, buddy!” - :

The words of the driver fell flatly
on the ears of his captive, crouched
on the rear floor of the machine.

The driver turned to his compan-
ion. “You, Marsh,” he ordered, “give

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me that gun and bring the rope.”

The captive stumbled out into the
chilly night, rubbing his knees to re-
store circulation, and then marched
ahead of the driver. He could hear
the suck of mud at his feet, and feel
the gun between his shoulders. He
shivered in the breeze and pulled his
coat closer about’ him.

“wWhat’s the idea of stopping here?”
he asked.

“We're just going to tie you up and
maybe take a few little souvenirs,”

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the driver said.

“I won't argue,” the captive replied.
“Do what you want to, but let me get
home by one o'clock. Please, let me
get home by then.”

He heard the driver’s rapid breath-
ing and began to count the sharp in-
halations as he wondered what it was
all about.

“One... two... three... four
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short. He felt the swift stab of flame
in his back and half-turned toward

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his assailant.

The gun roared again, and a bullet
crashed into his brain. As his body
sagged to the ground two more bul-
lets followed. His hat fell, brim down,
and lay unnoticed in the mud.

“Marsh!” The driver’s words were
sharp now. “Help me move him.”

Together, they tried to put the body
in the rear trunk of the car, but
when that failed placed it in the rear
seat. They retraced their route to the
bridge spanning the creek they had
crossed shortly before.

“We'll drop him in here,” the leader.
said. “The current will carry him
downstream quite a ways.”

The younger man disputed the
statement even as he helped lift the
body over the bridge railing and
shove it into the rushing, rain-swol-
len stream below. —

“No it won't,” he said. “They'll find

it quick. You wait and see.”

They clambered into the car again
and headed for the main road, The
winter night closed down and only
the bullet-punctured hat remained as
evidence of violence. i

It lay in the cornfield the next
morning, etched sharply against the
dark earth, as William S. McClain
tramped across the field from his
Needham, Indiana, home. A biting

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wind whipped out of the northwest,
and the gaunt trees in the nearby
woods rattled ominously as they
brushed against one another, a dis-
mal accompaniment to a gloomy day.
McClain’s eyes widened in horror
as he saw the blood-soaked hat and
the cleanly drilled hole, Involuntarily,
he exclaimed: “Murder!” eo
All thought of the weather eras
by his startling discovery, McClain

glanced about the deserted field, saw
no other untoward thing, then turned
ito rush to the nearby farm home of
Mrs. James Clarke. He. left the hat
where it had fallen.

Mrs. Clarke moved briskly to the
telephone after McClain stammered
out his story, and within a few mo-
ments was relaying the report to Sher-
iff Ralph Brown of Shelby County,
in Shelbyville. Sheriff Brown assigned

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Deputy Sheriff Leonard Worland—

later sheriff—to the case.
Worland’s powerful car, siren

screaming, covered the seven miles to

_the Clarke home in only slightly few

more minutes. The stocky officer loos-
ened his coat to hear McClain. repeat
his story.
“It looks like murder, all right,” he
said. “Let’s take a look at that hat.”
McClain led the way to the field,

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and Worland picked up the headgear.

“No one could live with a hole
drilled in his head where this went
in,” Worland said. He paused, then
added: “I hope this is the only affair
we'll have down here in 1937. It’s not
a good way to start the new- year.”

Carefully, he inspected the hat.
There were no initials such as often
are placed in hats at time of sale. It
had a widely-known trade name, and
Worland realized that identification
through tracing its sale would be im-
possible. He knew that stores in all
the surrounding county seats and in
the State capital of Indianapolis, only
27 miles distant, carried that brand
in regular stock.

Satisfied it contained nothing he
had: overlooked, Worland turned again
to McClain.

“Let’s look around the field.”

The ground was criss-crossed with
automobile tracks, and Worland’s eyes
narrowed as he inspected the tract.
There were footprints, too—whether
two or three pairs he couldn’t be sure.

Above: Deputy Sheriff.
Leonard Worland, later
Shelby County Sheriff.
Right: Scene where the
killers accosted their
unsuspecting victim

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And in one place, centered between
the scars left by the tires, was a mass

of overlapping prints, cut deeply into -

the earth.
He spoke more to himself than to
McClain, but the huckster nodded his

head in- agreement as the deputy

_ mused: “Looks as though someone

was being carried there. Those prints

are a lot heavier than any of the rest.” ~

He stood silent. for a moment as he
cast searching glances about the field.

“We'll trace the tracks.”

Slowly, the two men walked toward
the gravel road a few rods away.

There the car had turned east toward
Indiana State Road 29, and the trail
was lost in a maze of tracks left by
other traffic.

In any event, Worland knew that
attempting to trace the car by its tire
treads, once it reached the paved
highway, would prove futile. That
road runs from Indianapolis to the
Ohio River town of Madison, Indiana,
and is traveled heavily.

He turned again to the field and
adjoining woods, summon-
ing help from neighboring
farms to aid him in the
search. The alert Hoosier
farm folks who answered his
call swung into action rap-
idly as he outlined his plan
of action.

Breaking into small par-

. ties, the posse searched the
woods and near-by fields
carefully, extending the
hunt to the banks of flooded
Big Sugar Creek, which cut
through the fields about a
mile from where the hat
had been found.

‘But, they all returned
empty-handed. There was
no trace of a body,-no trail
to follow to some hidden

grave. Worland, an experienced offi-
cer, had not expected too much suc-
cess with the search but had hoped
it would bring some clue that might
later lead to the body.

Swiftly, then, he mapped his pro-
gram. There had been no reports of
a missing person in Shelby County
recently.

“And that means,” he told himself,
“that whoever was' wearing that hat
came from outside the county. Per-
haps Indianapolis. A Shelby County
man hardly would have chosen such
a spot for a killing; probably done by
someone passing through.

“The best bet’s to call the State

’ Police. They’d know if there have

been any such reports from other
parts of the State.”
* * *
ISMISSING the posse, Worland
turned his car toward Shelbyville
to call Captain Matt Leach, who at
that time was an officer of the State
Police force at Indianapolis. Worland
had worked previously with Captain

. Leach and knew him-for a studious,

careful officer.

But Leach was not in his State
House office.

“Have him call me as soon as he
checks in,” Worland asked, and out-

‘lined in terse phrases the murder that

had been committed. It seemed as
though he scarcely had replaced the
instrument when the phone rang
sharply.

“Teach speaking.” The voice came
rather dimly through the earpiece as
the deputy answered. “What’s on
‘your mind?”

“l'm afraid we've got a murder
here,” Worland said. “But so far the
only thing we’ve got to prove it is a
blood-soaked hat. We haven’t any re-
ports of missing men, and_haven’t

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led that the latter fired the
to the defenseless, pleading

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xut emotion. “I took a sud-
shoot him. I fired one shot
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hen, as he fell, I shot him
nd later turned him over on
: a bullet into his forehead.”
ails of the murder in a dis-
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ry almost to the letter, he
hen we stopped and ordered

out of the auto, ‘Marsh’
gun and started reaching for
right didn’t put up a fuss,
‘an't understand why I shot

ust be some reason why you
nind about merely abandon-
‘r robbing him. What is it,

tl 1 reason?”
it veak blue eyes of the
ay Ree the dark penetrating

ate Police Chief before he
vould have gotten back too
‘ow, he could have gotten to
! warned police. We put his
‘ie car and drove back across
pea ‘Marsh’ and I dropped
eek.’

THOUGHT that because the
100 feet wide, just like a
ent would carry him down-
t a couple of miles and the
er be found, but I told him it
been weighted down,” Mar-

ien continued to Madison
ipped the car and decided to
home of relatives.

t of gasoline on a street in
shall continued. “I told Neal
:s foolish to take that heater
he had the gun and said go

ent to the home of Wilbur
_brother-in-law, and later we
‘an of trying to hide out in
tch-hiked back to Indianapo-

dl and Neal made their con-
ully and, as they sat wait-
zraphers to transcribe the
or them to sign, they asked
o see the newspapers carry-
the murder.

t granted, they read avidly,
t to Captain Leach and
si “Look, Captain! We
> Gi us game.”

) losing game with crime he
| his disgust was occasioned
realization that the small
he had taken from William
en insufficient to cover the

a

cost of the rope and gasoline they had pur-
chased.

“Yes, but we certainly had you fooled,
Captain Leach,” Marshall declared, “You
said there were three men and two guns and
we weren’t concerned at all after we read
that.”

S THE SCHEME HAD WORKED and the bits
of misinformation had helped to trip
the heartless slayers who had hoped to ef-
fect the “perfect crime.”

“Before we left the car I wiped every-
thing off—even the glass and the steering
wheel,” Hugh Marshall boasted. “I fooled
you, didn’t 1?”

Captain Leach said nothing and his men
smiled to themselves. They had, long
since learned that there is no perfect crime,
but they realized that a near-perfect case
of detection had been worked out in the
solving of the “crime without a motive.”

Seldom had a case moved more swiitly,
despite its baffling aspects, due chiefly
to the alertness of the various law enforce-
ment agencies involved and their ability to
take advantage of material evidence.

In spite of the cock-suredness of Neal
and Marshall and the lack of clues, the case
had moved like clock-work to a solution,
and not a second had been lost by the in-
vestigators.

Handcuffed together, the killers took
keen interest in activities at the State Police
Headquarters and showed not the slightest
remorse or concern.

On Saturday afternoon, as the bullet-rid-
den body of William Bright filled a newly-
made grave, less than a week since his ma-
chine had slowed down in obedience to the
red flash of the traffic signal, his signal of
death, the confessed slayers were loaded
into an official State Police car and borne
away.

Under heavy gray skies and over sleet-
covered roads they traveled the route over
which they forced the pleading young drug-
gist into Shelby County.

Still flippant and unconcerned, complain-
ing only of the tightness of the manacles
about their wrists, they were delivered into
the custody of Shelby County authorities to
await the action of the grand jury; while,
in the home of William Bright’s parents,
his family eagerly awaited news of their
indictment, trusting that justice would be
meted out and “they will be made to suffer
for what they did to our boy for no reason
—no reason at all!”

cy Monpay, January twenty-fifth, late in
the evening, their vigil was rewarded
by the return of two indictments against
each defendant and Tuesday Marshall and
Neal were taken before Judge James A.
Emmert, of Shelby circuit court, to hear
the indictments read.

Each was charged with first-degree mur-
der, which carries life or death on convic-
tion and murder in the perpetration of a
robbery, a charge which makes the death
sentence mandatory on conviction.

Arraignment was set for Monday, Feb-
ruary fifteenth, while the trial of the two
was scheduled to begin the following
Wednesday, February seventeenth.

Meanwhile, lounging on their bunks in
the Shelby County Jail at Shelbyville, In-
diana, with characteristic indifference, Vur-
tis Neal and Hugh Marshall began to spec-
ulate as to what kind of a “sentence” would
be meted out to them, refusing to face the
possibility that they had been playing a los-
ing game.

It was not until Tuesday, March twenty-
third, that their trial opened in the new
$250,000 Shelby County Court House and
impanelling of the jury continued for five
days, during which time 123 veniremen were
questioned.

Special Judge Roscoe C. O’Byrne, Brook-
ville, who sentenced four men to the electric
chair for the murder of Harry R. Miller,
retired Cincinnati fireman, was on the
bench, and lengthy opening statements were
made by Prosecutor Fred V. Cramer and
Emerson J. Brunner, counsel for defense.

Both defendants entered pleas of insan-
ity, and the trial moved forward with the
courtroom crowded to capacity and curious
spectators milling about the corridors.

Both the State and the Defense sent a long
parade of witnesses to the stand, but when
the name of “Mrs. Lois Cherry Bright,”
was called, and the comely widow of the
mercilessly-slain man made her way to the
witness box, a deathly stillness settled over
the courtroom.

ME: BRIGHT, STRIVING for self-control,
gave broken and sob-muffled answers
as she was questioned concerning articles
of clothing her husband wore when he was

last seen. The weeping of women through- |

out the room broke the silence as she told
the attorneys that her husband had been
“quiet and always kind, making friends
wherever he went.”

It- was a heart-breaking ordeal for the
young widow as the bullet-pierced hat, the
suede jacket, shoes, bloodstained shirt,
trousers and overcoat were held up for
her identification.

“Yes,” she nodded tearfully. “My hus-
band was wearing those at the time of his
—death !”

In an almost inaudible whisper Mrs.
Bright described the ruby ring, her gift to
him, which was found upon his finger when
his body was recovered from Sugar Creek,
and also identified pictures of the blood-
smeared automobile which carried her help-
mate to death.

Both Neal and Marshall took the stand
in their own defense, and each made a defi-
nite attempt to shift the blame to the other.

“Hugh got me to go along on this ‘job’,”
declared rosy-cheeked, slightly-built Vurtis
Neal. “And, although I shot Bright, I
wouldn’t have been mixed up in this if I
hadn’t listened to his plan to pull a stickup
job.”

Throughout the trial it was intimated that
a third person had been involved in the
case and when, on Friday, April second,
Hugh Marshall, Sr., took the stand to an-
nounce that he had been present when his
son and Neal first met; that he heard them
planning to steal a car and stage a holdup,
and that instead of attempting to dissuade
them, he had given them advice and encour-
agement, spectators recognized it as a tense,
dramatic moment, second only to the testi-
mony of the grief-stricken widow.

Closing arguments were made by George

R. Tolen and Fred V. Cramer. for the |

State, and by Em “laude R.

Henry and Warren Brown ior the deiense. ,e=

“TT HIS IS NOT A QUESTION of sympathy—
it is a question of doing your duty,”
said Special Prosecutor Tolen. “If you do
your duty as well as Neal’s Uncle Jake, of
the Indiana State Police did when he ar-
rested his nephew, the good citizens of In-
diana need have no fear; they will know
they may live in security and protection;
but the criminals—the murderers—will hes-
itate before crossing the Shelby County line
with robbery and murder in their minds.
“Ninety-five per cent of the people of In-
diana are watching this case to see if the
laws of the land are going to be enforced
in Shelby County; if for the first time in
the history of Shelby County, the supreme
penalty will be given; and the other five
per cent are looking to see if they can go to
Shelby County when they want to kill and
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bloodless and pale against the black of a
cloth sleeve... .

Ten minutes later the searchers knew all,
for there, in the fast-dimming light of the
over-worked electric torches, lay the figure
of the dead Father Heslin!

| Pty BEFORE THE SUNKEN FEATURES of
the dead priest were uncovered, there
was no doubt of the identification, for there
about his neck was the sacred stole of his
office, and on his watchchain was a silver

medallion that bore on one side the picture
of the crucified Christ, and on the other,
the peaceful Virgin Mary and her child.
Gently, the officers searched the pockets.
The priest’s watch had stopped at 9:42.
There were a few papers that identified
him ...a garage bill from Turlock ...a
cleric’s railroad passbook containing Father

- Heslin’s signature.

And, in its red Morocco velvet case, the
bread and wine of the Blessed Sacrament
which the Father, out of his Christian duty,

INDIANA’S RED DEATH SIGNAL

under surveillance of the Jefferson County
sheriff.

The roominghouses, from whence Neal’s
sweetheart and his male acquaintances had
been recruited for questioning, were not be-
ing overlooked either. In fact, a squad was
preparing to close in on an abode of Win-
field Dale, at 430 East Ohio Street, even as
the State Detectives, in plainclothes and
posing as county surveyors and salesmen of
farm implements, scoured the Kentucky
hills.

The officers, finally satisfied, through
watchful waiting, that Neal’s partner in
crime had not met him in Kentucky but was
“lying low” on the second floor of the East
Ohio Street address, entered and arrested
Hugh Marshall, who answered fully Kid-
well’s description of the stranger accom-
panving his brother-in-law.

As they ushered him into Captain Leach’s
office, the telephone rang and, this time, the
officers announced that they were bringing
Neal back to Indiana.

By ten-thirty Saturday morning, as sor-
rowing friends crowded into the University
Heights United Brethren Church to extend
their sympathy to the broken-hearted
widow and pay their respects to the slain
man, both suspects had been apprehended.

peers Stewart, O’ NEILL, and Neal
had enlisted the aid of Sheriff Bates at
Carrollton, Kentucky, and together they had
traveled throughout Carroll County, scout-
ing about the farms and searching through
the hills for signs of the fugitive.

At last they had neared the farm of Frank
Stephanus, Eagle Station, Kentucky, eight-
een miles from Carrollton. Leaving their
car parked some distance down the road,
they walked toward the lonely farmhouse
while, in the manner of their scheme, one
of their number, representing himself as a
salesman of farm implements, rapped upon
the door while his companions sized up the
place and its occupants.

They found nothing unusual and had
walked at least 500 vards away when, struck
by some inexplicable but mutual feeling that
they should get inside this particular farm-
house, they decided to return. Cautiously
they approached and, peering through a rear
window, they saw Vurtis Neal mopping up
the kitchen floor.

Mrs. Stephanus admitted them and young
Neal, turning to face Sheriff Bates, his
uncle and the other State Officers, made no
attempt to get away.

Detective Neal placed the twenty-two-
year-old youth under arrest as he quietly
admonished, “Come along, Vurtis!”

The State Detectives found the murder
weapon in Neal’s coat hanging on the wall
but, as they drove rapidly toward Indianap-
olis, young Neal made an effort to accuse
Hugh Marshall of the slaying of William
Bright.

However, in Captain Leach’s office, his
nineteen-year-old accomplice was giving an-
other version of the brutal murder.

At the roominghouse where Marshall

S+

had been taken into custody, the two, who
had only recently met, had planned to
launch forth on a career of crime.

“The idea of stealing a car was originally
mine,’ Marshall admitted. ‘But I didn’t
plug Bright. Neal did that!”

$i BLy MONDAY EVENING, armed with the
.38-revolver and some sturdy rope,
bought to tie up their first victim, they
started out on the first lap in their criminal
career.

“We waited at Washington and Noble
streets about six o’clock Monday night,
planning to grab the first car that stopped
for the traffic signal,’ Marshall declared.
“Four cars went by before the one carrying
Bright stopped.”

“And it might have been the driver of
any one of those other four cars who could
have been your victim,’ Captain Leach com-
mented grimly.

“Sure,” Marshall agreed. “And when
Bright stopped for the light as it turned
from green to red, we jumped in and or-
dered him to drive out road Twenty-nine,
towards Shelbyville. He didn’t offer re-
sistance but he did beg us to let him go.
He said, ‘It’s all right, boys—all I want to
do is to get back home to my wife betore
midnight. When we had forced him to
drive about ten miles east, we made him get
in the back seat with me, while Neal took
the wheel. Still he didn’t say anything, ex-
cept to tell us that we could have the car
and his valuables if we’d only let him return
home.”

“You could easily have executed robbery
without murder. Why did you kill him?”
Captain Leach persisted.

Marshall shrugged.

“T don’t know why he did it. Neal drove
about eight miles farther on road Twenty-
nine, and then turned down a side road one-
quarter of a mile, alongside a cornfield. We
ordered Bright out of the car and searched
him. We were going to tie him up and
leave him there, but Neal said, ‘Oh, what
the hell, let’s shoot him,’ and I heard two
shots fired.”

Another two shots
Marshall contended.

“Then we tried to figure out what to do
with the body. We decided to cram it in
the trunk in the back of the car and we
dragged him around there, striking his head
on the rear bumper, but we couldn’t get him
into the trunk and we dragged him around
the machine again and threw him on the
floor inside.”

closely followed,

Fo SOMETIME THE TWO had calmly smoked
one cigarette after another as they sat
discussing ways and means of disposing of
the body of their blood-soaked victim.

Marshall's story of the crime enactment
followed very closely the reconstruction of
the murder as worked out by Captain Leach
and his staff, with the exception that
Bright had put up no struggle and had not
been shot in the automobile in the perpetra-
tion of the slaying.

had left home eight days earlier, to ad-
minister to a dying man who did not
exist... ¢

NEXT MONTH: The amazing story of
the kidnaping and slaying of Father Patrick
Heslin, which you have just read, has an
even more amazing sequel. Who killed
Father Heslin? Read September REAL De-
tective for the remarkable conclusion to one
of the strangest cases in American police
history.

From page 41

When Detectives Neal, Stewart and
O’Neill arrived with young Neal, and he
and Hugh Marshall met face-to-face, he no
longer contended that the latter fired the
fatal shots into the defenseless, pleading
pharmacist.

“I killed him. I don’t know why,” he
confessed without emotion. “I took a sud-
den notion to shoot him. I fired one shot
into his back and he made a gurgling noise.
I decided to put him out of his misery and
shot again. Then, as he fell, I shot him
in the temple and later turned him over on
his back to fire a bullet into his forehead.”
_ Relating details of the murder in a dis-
interested, detached manner, and following
Marshall’s story almost to the letter, he
continued: “When we stopped and ordered
Bright to get out of the auto, ‘Marsh’
handed me the gun and started reaching for
the ropes. Bright didn’t put up a fuss,
ied why I can’t understand why I shot

im.

“But there must be some reason why you
changed your mind about merely abandon-
ing Bright after robbing him. What is it,
Neal? What's the real reason?”

For a moment the weak blue eyes of the
confessed slayer met the dark penetrating
ones of the State Police Chief before he
replied: “He would have gotten back too
soon, Or anyhow, he could have gotten to
a telephone and warned police. We put his
body back in the car and drove back across
the Red Mill bridge. ‘Marsh’ and I dropped
him into the creek.”

"ee NEAL THOUGHT that because the
creek is 100 feet wide, just like a
river, the current would carry him down-
stream at least a couple of miles and the
body might never be found, but I told him it
ought to have been weighted down,” Mar-
shall explained.

The pair then continued to Madison
where they stripped the car and decided to
hide out in the home of relatives.

“We ran out of gasoline on a street in
Madison,” Marshall continued. “I told Neal
I thought it was foolish to take that heater
and stuff, but he had the gun and said go
ahead, so I did.

“Then we went to the home of Wilbur
Kidwell, Neal’s brother-in-law, and later we
gave up our plan of trying to hide out in
Madison. I hitch-hiked back to Indianapo-
lis.”

Both Marshall and Neal made their con-
fessions cheerfully and, as they sat wait-
ing for stenographers to transcribe the
lengthy notes for them to sign, they asked
to be allowed to see the newspapers carry-
ing accounts of the murder.

Their request granted, they read avidly,
and finally Neal turned to Captain Leach and
remarked disgustedly : “Look, Captain! We
came out losers on this game.”

But it was no losing game with crime he
referred to, and his disgust was occasione
only by the realization that the small
amount of cash he had taken from William
Bright had been insufficient to cover the

made the dumping ground for murderers.

“A life sentence means nothing to birds
like these—they don't care that for it,” Mr.
Tolen contended, snapping his fingers.
“They'd take such a sentence grinning as
they've sat and grinned throughout the
trial!”

When Fred V. Cramer, one of the young-
est prosecuting attorneys in the State of
Indiana, reviewed for the jury every step
of the crime, describing Neal and Marshall
lying in wait for a motorist at the stop-
light at Washington and Noble streets,
Lois Cherry Bright bowed her head and her
sobs carried to all those within the packed
courtroom.

“How easily it might have been someone
else. These two men were out to ‘get’ some-
body, and they didn’t care who it was—
it might have been you or me, or anyone else
who happened to be at that corner when the
traffic light changed from green to red—but
William Bright happened to be that man!”
Cramer pointed out.

Both the Prosecutor and the Defense At-
torney walked up and down before the
jury-box, snapping the murder weapon and

handing the gun to the jurors so that they
might see for themselves whether the action
was hard, as the State maintained, or easy,
as asserted by the Defense.

At last the arguments were closed, the
fifty-five instructions of Judge O’Byrne had
been given to the jury of eleven farmers
and one retired machinist, and they had re-
tired for deliberation.

Mrs. Bright left the courtroom, not to
return again

But everyone else remained, tense, anx-
ious to hear the verdict.

The buzz of conversation died suddenly
as it was signified that a decision had been
reached, and the twelve grim-faced men re-
turned and took their places.

ILENCE PREVAILED as Sheriff Ralph H.
Brown and Deputy Sheriff Leonard
Worland entered, ushering in the two de-
fendants, handcuffed and shackled together.
Marshall turned deathly pale and Neal
stared straight ahead as the verdict of
“Guilty,” was read, but neither showed any
other sign of emotion even as they realized
that, voting conviction on the second count

BODY IN NEWARK BAY

few minutes, Fred Kujat, his eyes glazed
by tears, was gazing on the remains of his
daughter.

“Nes,” HE DECLARED, simply. ‘“That’s

Sophie. That's the dress and jacket she
was wearing. And those crosses, too. Yes
—that’s my poor little Sophie.”

Kujat was taken home to break the sad
news to his wife. The detectives waited
while he tried to comfort her and then,
after the first hysteria of her grief had
passed, began questioning her to see if she
could add anything to what she had told
them before.

“No,” she wept. “Sophie didn’t have
many boy friends. She always stayed right
here at home with us. And when she went
anywhere she always told us about it be-
fore hand.”

“How about letters?
diary?”

“T believe there are a couple of letters
in the bureau drawer in her room,” the
weeping woman declared. “Come, I'll show
you.”

Then, as she entered her daughter’s room,
she added:

“Oh, yes. There’s something else I for-
got to tell you. My husband told you about
our daughter’s visit to a fortune teller—
didn’t he?”

“Yes,” replied Staats. “But you don’t
think that had anything to do with this—
this thing—do you?”

“Well,” replied Mrs. Kujat, “when
Sophie went away she left this note lying
here on her bureau. It was under that
handkerchief box and I didn’t find it until
several days later when I was cleaning up.”

She handed the note and a letter dated
about two months previously, to the two
officers.

The note, written in the dead girl’s
flourishing script, contained a complete de-
scription of herself; her age, height, weight,
color of her hair, eyes, etc., and ended with
a cryptic, “This is to be used to ‘check up’
in event a body is found.”

The two detectives exchanged glances
and then read the letter, which was some-
what incoherent in spots.

“Dear Sophie: Hello Honey. Sorry that
the boys were disappointed of not receiving
any answer from the letter which Babe
sent last week to Helen.

“Tt’s kinda taught Sophie that maybe the

Did she keep a

86

both of you didn’t agree during the week-
end about answering Babe’s letter, or may-
be Papa and Mama (dear) wouldn’t allow
Sophie (dear) to go out with strangers
(dear) who they don’t seem to know so
friendly (dear).

“Sorry, the both of you missed that won-
derful dance, because a swell time was had
at this dance in Elizabeth last Saturday.

Here is Edward Holle, confessed murderer of
Sophie Kujat, as he appeared in happier days
before he stained his

hands

with crimson.

of the indictment charging first-degree mur-
der in the perpetration of a robbery, the
jury had made the death sentence manda-
tory.

Coolly, they moved up to the bar of jus-
tice.

“Have you anything to say before I pass
sentence upon you?” asked Judge O’Byrne.

Neal hestitated a second and then almost
whispered, “I guess not.”

[Veeisnatts TONES were firmer as he
stated: “All I can say is that I have
told the truth all through this trial, and I
am sorry this had to happen.”

Their faces remained immobile as the
voice of Judge O’Byrne directed that they
were to die in the electric chair at Indiana
State Prison.

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From page 13

If the both of you still want to enjoy your-
selves you, are able by just writing to me.
Here’s hoping for the best from the most
glamour girls of Newark. Yours only, Joe
Brown.

“P.S. Please write Sophie and don’t be
bashful.

“P. S. Communicate to the above address
which corresponds to Babe. (Adios
Amigo), meaning good-bye. Best to Sophie
King, a lovely New Year. Luke to Helen
Mick-Laski. A Happy New Year.

“P. S. Do me just one favor. Please
make them buses run after 4 a.m. Good
night. Babe Lipiec, 206 Winant St., Port
Richmond. S. I., New York. Please write
the above address.”

GAtisrisp THAT the parents of the slain
~ girl could tell them no more, the detec-
tives drove back to Headquarters.

“Looks like our best clue is tracing those
skid chains used to weight down the body,”
Staats said to Conlon. “Guess we'd better
look up this Joe Brown, too. Eh?”

“Yes,” agreed Conlon. ‘And what do
you think about this fortune teller, John?”

“Well, I don't think much of it,” the lat-
ter replied. ‘But I guess we'll have to
look her up, too. Looks like a tough case
to me.”

At Headquarters the pair conferred with
Acting Captain Joseph Cocozza and Deputy
Chief John Haller. After hearing the two
detectives, Cocozza assigned Detective
Thomas Boland to assist them.

Staats went to Staten Island on the Joe
Brown angle. Boland and Sergeant Conlon
started a tour of service stations and truck
accessory stores in an effort to trace the
skid chains.

Staats quickly ascertained at the Port
Richmond address that “Babe” and “Joe
Brown,” were actually Walter and Joseph
Lipiec, both employed by the Brewer Dry
Dock Company there. “Babe” was a
pitcher for the company baseball team and
they .had become acquainted with Sophie
Kujat the Summer before when the team
played a game in Newark.

“Babe” said that he had not seen the girl
in several months, and that he and _ his
brother had made a date with Sophie and
another girl shortly after New Years, but
they had failed to meet them. He wrote
the letter found in the slain girl’s bedroom

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with the body of the executed murderer, Mer-

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Indianapolie, on the night of Wednesday,

January 29th, the day on which he was hanged
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being invited to witness some experiments that
wore about to be performed to demonetrate cer-

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of the brain and epival cord, as well as the power,

to reeuecitate persons banged or drowned. The
diasecting rooms—® anit of not very large roome
were crowded with narrow red tables, upon
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various stages of dissection and decomposition.
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down upon the wind-pipe from what is known as

bone. With a sbarp steel hook he raise’ "oO
wind: pipe, ae Sh and inserted the nossle
of the bellows, making it fast with a silver wire

around the pipe. This done, the handles of the

"| bellows were put in charge of an assistant,

the Professor took ap a long, hollow needle, oF.
tube, half as large.as an old-fashi

knitting-needle, To this he attached, on ahead
at one end, a rubber tabe one-quarter of an inch

‘nufumeter, and three feet long. This was at

tached at the other end tos glass jar, or receiver
avd the receiver was-attached to an. air-pamp,
which was to be controlled by another assistant.
The Professor next placeda gallon jar contain-
ing a mixture of defibrinated sheep's blood and
milk, in a pail of water, all of whick had been
heated to 100 degrees F, From the 'jar (placed
a little above the table about five feet distant)
rana rubber tube, one-quarter of an inch in
diameter, to the end of which was a-short silver
tubs; with stop-cock attachment. The wires- of
the battery were now uncoiled, and very delicate,
platinum-pointed needles were ‘fixed. * All thie
spparatus being arranged and_in-the- hands of
the confident aseietants, the Professor, who had
peon all the time talking quietly of the various
instruments he was handling, now placed a deli-
cate thermometer before him, and said: ©
“Now, GENTLEMEN, WE ABE READY.”
Let every action be performed steadily and
quickly ae'I direct. I now open the right Jagu’”
lar vein, and permit what blood there is in it to
éecape. You see by the flowing it is not ooagu-
lated, and as I thruet this thermometer into the
vein it indicates that we have the body at 98%
degrees F., the vatural temperature of the
boman being in health. I will now attach this
emall silver tube in the vein, whioh, of course,
connecta it by this siphon tube with the jar of
defibrinated .warm sheep’s blood and milk. J
keep the stop-cock closed for the present. Next
L will plange this hollow needle, which is at-
tached to the sir pump, or aspirator, into the.

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Hi door which opened to the sergeant’s desk at

Police Headquarters in Fort Wayne, Indiana,

crashed open with sudden violence. Lieutenant
Fred Knight, who was going over a routine report,
glanced up startled. A disheveled woman, stood before
him, her face chalky with an unnamed terror. Her
hair was in wild disorder and she made vague gestures
with her hands, vainly trying to force words that would
not come.

“What's the matter?” demanded Knight sharply.

“A girl!’ gasped the woman. “She’s in my house—
and she’s dead! Please hurry over right away!”

“Wait a minute!” commanded Lieutenant Knight
sternly. ‘“What’s all this about a dead girl? What’s
your name and where do you live?”

Regaining her composure, the woman told the lieu-
tenant that her name was Lillian Kelly, and that she
operated a boarding house at 922 South Lafayette
Street. She said further that one of her two roomers,
Alice May Girton, a 17-year-old girl from Winchester,
was lying on the floor apparently dead.

“How do you know she’s dead?’”’ demanded Lieuten-
ant Knight. “Did you go close to the body? Perhaps
she merely fell into a faint.”

“I’m positive she is dead,’ answered Mrs. Kelly. “T
saw some blood on the floor and on her body.”

Knight waited to hear no more. He flipped a re-
ceiver and gave a terse order. Almost immediately the
wail of a siren sounded outside. A squad car whined
past the station. Then, taking Mrs. Kelly by the arm,
he brought her before Captain of Detectives John Taylor
who was in another office.

By now, the woman was quite calm. She stated that
Alice Girton was a student at the International Business

INNOCENT VICTIM. A horrible fate befell vi-
vacious Alice May Girton just as she was
beginning to enjoy a happy life of parties and
dances—a life far different from her former
existence on a drab, mid-western farm.

College, and had come to her home only a week before
as a lodger. At the same time, Mrs. Kelly told Captain
Taylor and Lieutenant Knight that the girl came from
her farm home in Winchester.

“I heard some vague sounds this morning around two
o’clock,” said the landlady. “It awakened me from a
sound sleep. But when I listened for further noises and
heard none, I thought I had been dreaming. Then,
when I called to Miss Girton to wake up and she didn’t
answer, I became alarmed again, remembering the dis-
turbance of a few hours earlier.

“T liked her immensely. She was such a vivacious
child, always full of life. I looked upon her as one of
my own. When I knocked on the door to her room and
she didn’t answer, I opened it up and walked in. She’s
lying there on the floor, Mr. Taylor! Please do some-
thing!” ‘

While the woman was speaking, Captain Taylor sat
silently, staring into space. Yet, no little detail of Mrs.
Kelly’s lurid account had escaped his notice. Recently
returned from a police convention where modern gov-
ernment bureau methods in crime detection had been
portrayed, the brilliant detective was summing up the
case within himself. Now, he stood up. é

“Since it’s only a block or so from here we'll walk,”
he announced with a reassuring smile. ‘Now, don’t
worry about this; you can’t help what has happened.”

Taylor summoned Detective Sergeant George Swain,
and the two men accompanied the woman to her home.
Already, a small crowd had gathered outside, drawn
there by the squad car standing at the curb. Within
the house were the two officers who had been des-
patched there by Lieutenant Knight; Robert Moore
and Eugene Bouchard.

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at the girl came from

Ss morning around two
awakened me from a
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hered outside, drawn
at the curb. Within
who had been des-
night; Robert Moore

The room which the girl had occupied was upstairs
towards the front of the house. While the landlady
stayed below, Captain Taylor and Sergeant Swain
walked up the narrow stairs. Officer Bouchard was
standing in the doorway. He saluted.

“Pretty bad, Captain,” he said slowly. “Some fiend
has been at work here. The girl is dead; choked to
death with some silk garment. Stuffed it down her
throat, he did.” His hands clenched into huge fists
as he spoke.

Captain Taylor glanced once at the horror contained
within the room, then he nodded slightly to Bouchard.
There was no mistaking that a fiend had visited and
struck down the girl who was little more than a child.

She lay on the floor beside a spotlessly clean bed—a
bed that was now in wild disorder—spreadeagled upon
the carpet, arms folded partially beneath her stark nude
body. Her mouth was slightly parted, revealing a bit
of cloth protruding from purple lips. Taylor bent
down and instantly recognized the gag as being the
girl’s silk underslip. His hands clenched also as he noted
the slightness of the victim’s build, not more than five

SEARCH FOR CLEWS. Dr. W. B. Rhamy,

the medical examiner of Ft. Wayne, is

shown as he makes a thorough examina-

tion of everything in the room where

Alice May met death. No possible hint

as to the killer's identity was missed by
Dr. Rhamy.

feet tall and weighing not more than a hundred pounds.

He glanced about hastily for some clew which would
point out the identity of the slayer. Finding none, he
returned to the lower floor where he summoned two
other detectives, Sergeants Horace Smith and Martin
Kammeyer. Then he turned to the landlady and began
to question her closely.

“You have another room, don’t you?” he asked.

Mrs. Kelly nodded. She stated that the other person
was Adrian H. Miller, 31-year-old student who was
studying engineering at the Indiana Technical College.
He had lived at the present address for two months
and was a quiet, studious chap; very kind and consid-
erate. He lived across the hall from Alice Girton. The
two were very good friends.

“Mr, Miller always went out of his way to assist
Alice,” ‘said Mrs. Kelly tearfully. ‘He was devoted to
her as was everyone who knew the child.”

Taylor nodded thoughtfully, then became absorbed in
his own thoughts. He turned to the woman again.
There was a puzzled frown upon his face.

“From appearances, that girl put up a terrific strug-


WHERE KILLER STRUCK. The front room of this Lafayette Street house opening
on to the second floor porch, is where Alice May Girton lived. With her boy
friends, she spent many a gay hour in merry chit-chat while sitting in the porch
swing. In fact, her slayer had often sat with her on the breeze-swept veranda.

gle to escape death,” he said. “It’s odd that Miller didn’t
hear it since his room is so close at hand.”

“He’s an awfully sound sleeper, once he does fall
asleep,” replied Mrs. Kelly. ‘You see, he stays up so
late nights reading those complicated books of his that
he’s exhausted when sleep finally catches him. I usually
have to call him a number of times.”

WSTING for the two sergeants, Captain Taylor
learned more about the victim. Miss Girton had
lived at the W. C. T. U. Girls’ Home, but she had moved
for some reason. She liked company and dated boys
almost every night. Mrs. Kelly admitted that some of
the boys went up to Alice’s room and stayed quite
late. :

“There was nothing wrong about it,” said the land-
lady. ‘Alice was a nice girl. She just loved a lot of
company and attention, I guess, because she rarely en-
joyed herself before coming to the city. And when
there were boys in her room, she always made it a point
to leave the door wide open. Mr. Miller used to scold
her but she simply ignored him.”

Smith and Kammeyer arrived then. After police
photographs had been taken, Sgt. Kammeyer was
ordered to pick up Miller while Smith stayed at the
rooming house. Then he returned to Headquarters,
awaiting reports from County Coroner Walter E. Kruse.
The body had been moved to a mortuary immediately
after the photographs had been made.

Meanwhile, Sgt. Kammeyer went directly to the
Technical College where Mrs. Kelly said Miller would
be found. Adrian Miller was a burly young man,
slightly bald and with the deep, furrowed forehead of
the inveterate thinker. He was painting some radiators
when the sergeant tapped him on the shoulder. Miller
turned with a slight smile on his lips and a question in
his eyes as he beheld the star that rested in the other’s
palm.

“What’s the matter?” he demanded pleasantly. “Don’t
tell me that we have cops for supervisors now!”

Sgt. Kammeyer did not waste time telling Miller what

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MASTER SLEUTH. It was Detective Captain John H.

guided the investigation of this puzzling slaying.
Capt. Taylor is a veteran in this sort of work.

Shocked dis-
Then he

had taken place at the rooming house.
belief spread over Miller’s features at first.
paled.

“It just can’t be!” he exclaimed. “Why, the kid was
all right this morning when I fell asleep. She was
talking and dancing with some young fellow at the
time.”

“The girl is dead, Mr. Miller,” said the sergeant. “I
came down here hoping you could help us out.”

“But what can I do?” demanded Miller, surprised.
“Of course, I’ll do anything in my power. Do you want
me to come over to the station now?”

“Maybe you’d better do that,” advised Sgt. Kam-
meyer. “We can get your story in full about this boy
who was in her room last night.” :

Miller dropped his work, and they went over to the
police station where the man was questioned at length.
He told what he knew in a clear, unhalting voice.

“I’d better begin right at the start,” he said. “A couple
of days after moving in with Mrs. Kelly, Alice spoke

to me as I was coming out of my room. We struck.

up an acquaintance immediately. Last Friday I took
her to a dance. I learned that she had come from a
farm outside the city. I thought she might be without
friends, but I found out that the kid had more than I
did. She met some young fellow there by the name
of Fred, a boy of dark complexion. He dated her a
couple of times after that.

“Last night, I couldn’t fall asleep. I-went to bed and
began to smoke and study a lot. I guess it was around
12 o’clock that I heard the kid come in. There was a
man with her, but I didn’t get to see him as my door
was just slightly open. They. were quiet for a long time.
Then about two o’clock, they began to laugh over some-
thing and he left shortly afterwards. I was pretty tired,
and I fell asleep shortly after that. I didn’t hear a
thing all night.”

“You didn’t recognize the voice?” demanded Captain
Taylor.

“I didn’t. Nor do I have the faintest idea who he was,”
answered Miller. He grew thoughtful. “Unless, he could

Taylor, of the Fort Wayne Police Department, who a

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DEATH DOMINATES THIS SCENE. When the killer lumbered
from Alice May’s room, the pitiful scene he left behind him
is clearly shown in these official police pictures. The young
woman's body is seen exactly as it was when death came.

be this Fred fellow. I never did learn his last name,
although I told the kid he shouldn’t be trusted. She
didn’t like that because she thought he was pretty
swell.”

After more questioning, Miller was told he could go
back to his studies. It was then that Dr. W. B. Rhamy,
who had been called in by the Allen County Coroner to
conduct the autopsy, gave his report to Captain Taylor.

“It is quite evident that the girl was strangled be-
cause of the gag in her mouth, Captain,” said Dr.
Rhamy. “When the gag was forced into her throat, it
also forced her tongue back, thus shutting off her
breathing. I have also found a large bruise on her jaw.
I suspect that she was knocked out before the gag was
applied. The worst of it all, of course, is that she was
criminally attacked.”

“I suspected that,” answered Captain Taylor slowly,
“although I wasn’t positive.” He thought for a mo-
ment, then: “Did you inspect her fingernails? Because,
even a little girl like Miss Girton would certainly have
fought back and scratched. Check on this.”

“Right, Captain!” answered Dr. Rhamy.

All this had passed by 11 o’clock on that day of Oc-
tober 13, 1938. From that time on, Captain Taylor
kept his men on the run, checking on those who had

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been seen with Alice Mae Girton during her stay in
Fort Wayne. Taylor knew that no clue, however small,
could be ignored, for it was apparent that the attack
and subsequent death of the girl had been well planned.
For the murderer had taken into consideration the fact
that the girl had known and dated any number of boys
—any one of these could have been the slayer.

Yl poptend MILLER had mentioned the names of some
of the boys who had dated Alice Girton, and others
who were her dancing partners. One of them who tap-
danced with- the victim quite often was questioned
closely. But he presented a firm alibi. The others,
more than two score, were next questioned. They, too,
provided clear reports.

Captain Taylor next questioned persons at the W. C.
T. U. Girls’ Home but could learn nothing satisfactorily.
The girl had moved to another place because of some
motive, he was positive. He was also pretty sure that
a part of.that answer would dovetail with her murder.
Was this a clue to the slaying? Did the girl fear some
one who might have lived near the Girls’ Home, and

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see the effect upon her face, She al-
ways looked a little sad.

She yearned for friendship, But she
didn’t find it among her classmates eith-
er at home or at Fort Wayne. The as-
sociation of mental equals was not for
her. She sought another companionship
—strangers, With them, she found a
measure of f-iendliness.

In particular, this Harold Ford, an
itinerant workingman without her ad-
vantages of schooling, but a good-look-
ing, free-and-easy type, met her, as I
have told you, in a cafe. He paid no
attention to her deformity and she liked
him for that. In a way, I tried to warn
her against taking chances with stran-
gers. She laughed it off, and I made no
more mention of it.

Now that I have shown the back-
ground, let’s examine the immediate
circumstances of the case. When Harold
called last night, he paused at my door
on his way to see Alice, I noticed he
seemed a little startled when he found
me staring directly at him. Through the
evening, I heard the drone of their
voices, and | know they were still in
the room when IJ fell asleep.

Some time later I heard a_ noise.
You know how it is when something
wakes you up—you can’t explain much
about it, For a time I lay in bed listen-
ing. The house was very quiet. Then,
suddenly, I heard a noise that sounded
as though somebody had fallen on the
floor of Miss Girton’s room,

I switched on the lamp near my bed,
got a cigarette and sat up for a time,
smoking. I was vaguely uneasy. Present-
ly I heard Alice’s door open. It seemed
to have been opened carefully. Then
it was softly closed.

In the next instant I saw, by the
light from my room and from that of
a small lamp in the hallway, this
Harold Ford tiptoeing down the hall.
He went directly to the stairs, and I
heard the front door being closed a
moment later.

I thought his stealthy manner some-
what odd, but decided he had merely
tried to leave the house without dis-
turbing anyone’s sleep. Just before I
turned out my light, I saw that it was
2:30. That was immediately after he
had gone...

Several more paragraphs followed
before Miller closed with the statement
that he was willing to help in any way
with the investigation, Taylor was im-
pressed with the well-written, careful
analysis of the crime and its back-
ground. Some of the information seemed
to be helpful.

For one thing, it fairly well estab-
lished that Alice had sought out stran-
gers as companions — the kind who
wouldn’t notice her withered hand. This
might easily have provided the basis for
the murder. Perhaps someone she had
met recently, «nd innocently led on, had
been repulsed by the girl and insisted
on having his way with her.

The captain put down the note and
turned to Harold Ford. “Did Alice
Girton give you any encouragement?”
he asked,

“I think she liked me,” Ford said.

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“But last night you found out she
only wanted to be friends—is that
right?” the captain demanded,

The suspect looked puzzled, “She
didn’t say so.”

“But that was the general idea, and
you got angry. You lost your head and
you smothered her with a pillow!”

“No!” Ford insisted. “I tell you she
was alive when I left the room.”

Taylor reached for his phone. “We'll
see,” he said. “I’m going to hold you
until I get the truth.”

Captain Taylor called Prosecutor C.
Byron Hayes, who agreed to provide a
warrant for Harold Ford’s arrest an a
charge of vagrancy. The warrant was
granted by City Court Judge William
H. Schannan and the suspect was held
under a $5,000 bond.

Safely detained, Ford was questioned
for the rest of the day. But he still
denied killing Alice Girton,

E arly that evening, the police clerk
again appeared before Captain Tay-
lor, “That young man who left the let-
ter this afternoon is here again,” the
clerk said. “‘He wants to see you.”

Taylor nodded, and Adrian Miller
was ushered into his office, The de-
tectives looked up as the bespectacled,
erudite engineering student broke into
a smile.

“Did you get my letter, Captain?” he
asked eagerly. ;

“That was a real help, Miller,” Tay-
lor replied, “and I’m glad you dropped
in now.” Then, waving a hand in the
direction of Ford, he asked: “Is this
the man you saw leaving Miss Girton’s
room last night?”

Miller turned to confront the sus-
pect and his smile faded. “I couldn’t
forget that face,” he said coldly. “It
was two-thirty when I saw him leave.”

“That’s a lie!” Ford shouted and
sprang to his feet, An officer eased him
back into his chair,

Taylor got up from behind his desk
and beckoned Miller to follow him into
an adjoining office. There he closed the
door and asked the student to sit down.
“I want to talk to you about this Har-
old Ford,” he explained.

Miller nodded, and leisurely took out
his pipe and a pouch of tobacco. He
obviously was pleased by the captain’s
attention to his story.

“Your letter had the right slant on
the case,” Taylor said. “Ford seems to
be the right man. He even has a rec-
ord.”

Miller puffed complacently and
smirked, “I’m not surprised, but of
course I don’t know about any of his
past crimes.”

“We think he made some advances
toward the girl. Alice probably told
him to get out and he became angry
and killed her.”

“That’s the way I figure it,” Mil-
ler agreed.

“But we can’t get him to admit the
murder,” Taylor continued. “The one
thing that puzzles us is how she was
killed. You see, there are no marks on
her body. We may not be able to break
this case unless I can confront Ford

with a statement of how he killed her.
You got any ideas?”

Miller threw an arm over the back of
his chair, crossed his legs and dangled
one foot up and down as he puffed pen-
sively on his pipe. Taylor deliberately
waited several minutes, Then he said
suddenly: “Ford admitted they had a
pillow fight, but he—”

“That’s it!” Miller interrupted, jump-
ing to his feet. “He smothered her with
a pillow. Now you can accuse him of
‘the crime!”

The captain looked at the student
curiously, “Why are you so sure?” he
asked.

“His admission of the pillow: fight
gives him away,” Miller said quickly.
“A study of psychology will show you,
that. A man guilty of a serious crime
like this one can’t get himself to make
a total denial. He eludes, in his own
mind as well as in statements to the
police, the real confession of the crime
by making up a story that has some de-
tail of the crime in it. In this case, it’s
the pillow, Do you see?”

Taylor was noncommittal. “Maybe
you’re right,” he said. “We'll try that
angle.”

The captain led the husky engineer-
ing student to the door. “Keep in touch
with us,” he advised. “We'll let you
know how we make out.”

Miller nodded with a smirk. “I’m
very much interested in this case. It has
some psychological angles worth watch-
ing. Maybe I’ll drop in tomorrow.”

Taylor returned to his desk and
summoned Smith and Kammeyer. He
told them of Miller’s strange knowledge
of the manner in which Alice Girton
was Slain, allegedly the result of psy-
chological deduction.

“I think he’s lying,” the captain
added, “Miller knows too much for an
innocent man. If his own theory about
a killer making up a partially true
story is correct, then his letter to me
is a giveaway!”

Once again the lawmen went over
the facts in the case to make sure they
had overlooked nothing. They sum-
moned Ford from his cell for another
grilling. But the gangling furnace re-
pairman stuck to his denial of guilt.
Convinced at last that the suspect
might be telling the truth, Taylor sent
him back to his cell.

Shortly before midnight, the cap-
tain left headquarters with Smith and
Kammeyer, They walked quickly to
Mrs. Kelly’s rooming house and rang
the bell. The landlady came to the
door, and Taylor asked if Adrian Mil-
ler was there. “He’s upstairs,” she said.

Moving softly, the three detectives
mounted the stairs to the second floor.
They found Miller’s door partly open
and his room in darkness. Taylor step-
ped inside.

Smith followed with a flashlight and
turned its beam on the bed. Miller was
sleeping soundly, his face toward the
wall. The captain walked over and
shook the man’s shoulder, In a moment
he sat up and stared, squinting, into
the light from the torch. He was not
yet fully awake.

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“We're the police,” Taylor snapped.
“What time did Harold Ford leave
Alice Girton’s room last night?”

“Two o'clock,” Miller said with a
awn.

“That’s what I thought,” the captain
remarked.

“No, it was two-thirty,” Miller cor-
rected.

“What time did you hear that noise
when Alice fell?”

“It was after two, I’m sure.”

“How did you know that she fell?”

“1 didn’t. You said she did.”

“You know too much, Miller,” Tay-
lor declared. “You knew she was
smothered by a pillow, didn’t you?”

“Tt don’t know anything about it,”
the student whined, twisting his head
from side to side to evade the accusing
light.

“When did you stuff the panties into
her mouth? Before or after she was
dead?”

“Before—no, after, Oh, I don’t mean
that! I’m all mixed up. Let me alone!”

“Then you killed her?” Taylor asked
sharply.

Terror glittered in Miller’s eyes Wide
awake now, he seemed to realize he
had made damaging admissions. He
suddenly covered his face with his
hands and began to sob.

“You killed the girl, didn’t you?”
Taylor demanded again. “Answer me!”

“Yes,” Miller said.

At a signal from the captain, Smith
turned on the room lights. Miller took
his hands from his face and looked in
bewilderment at the detectives.

“Get dressed,” Taylor snapped. Slow-
ly, without a word, the hapless student
climbed out of bed and began to put
on his clothes.

Brought to headquarters, Miller made
a full confession in the presence of
Assistant Prosecutor Otto Koenig and
a police stenographer. He spoke much
as he had written.

“I was in love with Alice,” he began.
“I fell in love with her the day she
came to live at Mrs. Kelly’s. She often
came to my room for help in her
studies, But it was only a friendly asso-
ciation on her part, while I was mad
with desire for her. She cleverly evaded
my attempts to show her I cared very
deeply.

“Then she began going out with
Ford. I found she had known him be-
fore coming to the boardinghouse, It
made me angry, furiously jealous. I
tried to break it up by telling her that
he was a dangerous man. She paid no
attention to me.

“Then last night, he called again. I
could see them laughing and talking
through the open door, You have no
idea what bitter, raging thoughts passed
through my brain, She had turried me
down, an intelligent man, for this—
this transient.”

Miller went on to say that he deter-
mined to take venegance on them both.
As the hour grew late, he planned his
course of action. The moment Ford
left, he would go to Alice and give her

want?” he mumbled

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a last chance to show her affection for
him, If that failed, he would kill her
and Ford would be blamed. The others
in the house knew Ford was calling,
but Miller would be-the only one to
say when he actually had gone. The rest
all would be asleep.

Miller continued his story. He said
that Ford left about two o'clock and
that he, Miller, knocked on Alice’s
door and while on account of the late
hour Alice was reluctant to admit him,
he shoved the door open and entered,
told her he wanted a showdown, that he
loved her and Ford didn’t, that he want-
ed to know where he stood.

The girl ordered him out, and he
lost control, “went insane,” he said.
He shoved her back quickly and she
fell on the bed. Before she could cry
out he clapped a hand over her mouth,
grabbed a pillow and held it over her
face until the girl went limp. He grab-
bed the girl’s panties and stuffed them
into her mouth, and the movement
caused the girl’s body to fall from the
edge of the bed to the floor, This was
why, Miller explained, he’d mentioned
in his letter that he’d heard a noise
before Ford left. If anyone else had
heard the noise, he’d be safe, he figured.

Miller went on to say that he turned
out Alice’s light and left the room,
washed his hands and face and exam-
ined them for cuts. There were no
cuts, so he went to bed and fell asleep.
He refused to discuss the criminal as-
sault. Then he signed his confession
and was locked up for the night.

He was arraigned next day before
Judge Schannan, who ordered him held
on a charge of first-degree murder.
Harold Ford, upon whom Miller had
tried to pin the crime, was released.
The charge of vagrancy was dropped,
and Ford was cleared of any connec-
tion with the murder. :

While Miller was awaiting trial, in-
vestigators digging into his past un-
covered a lurid background, At 19 he
had left his home in Racine, Wisconsin,
and found work on tramp steamers that
carried him all over the world.

He told police that at Philadelphia
he had shot and killed a crewman he
had found looting the captain’s cabin,
and tossed the body into the harbor
For this he was discharged from the
ship.

On the West Coast, Miller had been
arrested for violation of the Mann Act,
and had served seven months of a two-
year term, He went to Peru as boss of
a labor gang and remained four years.
Then he had suddenly packed up and
returned to the United States. In Indi-
ana, he had met and fallen in love
with Alice May Girton.

Early in 1939, Adrian Miller went
on trial for murder. A jury found him
guilty and he was sentenced to die. On
August 16, after a series of legal de-
lays, Miller was strapped into the
electric chair at Indiana State Peniten-
tiary and put to death,

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meyer had picked up Ford’s trail. The
suspect was known in the Berry Street
district and had been seen there that
morning.

A few minutes after 2 P.M., the de-
tectives took their man into custody
and brought him to headquarters for
questioning.

Harold Ford was a gangling young
man with thick hair, a stubborn mouth
and sullen, dark eyes that seemed half
asleep as he was led before Taylor. The
captain motioned him to a chair across
the desk.

Ford licked his lips nervously as he
gave his age as 18 and said his home
was in Riga, Michigan. After some
hesitation, he admitted knowing Alice
May Girton, Under stern grilling by
Taylor, he conceded that he had met
her for the first time the previous Tues-
day evening in a cafe on Berry Street.

“1 was sitting with a couple of friends
and this girl came into the place,” he
recalled. “I went over to her table,
sat down and started talking. We
danced a little, and I took her home.
I thought she was cute.”

Alice was then living at the WCTU
home, Ford added, in the same neigh-
borhood where he roomed. When he
saw her next, it was Friday and she had
moved to a new place, Mrs. Kelly’s
house on Lafayette Street. He took her
home that evening, he said, but she did
not invite him inside.

By this time, Ford had fallen hard for
the redhead, They went to a dance on
Monday night, and Tuesday they went
to a movie, He began talking about
going steady with her.

“What about last night, Wednesday?”
Taylor asked.

“I called at her house about eight
o’clock,” Ford said, “and the landlady
let me in. I told Alice I didn’t feel like
going out, so we stayed in all evening.”

“What time did you leave?”

Ford hesitated. “I’m not sure,” he
said at last. “It was after midnight, I
guess, but not much later.”

“What do you mean by ‘not much’?”
Taylor snapped. “You know it was
nearly three hours later!”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that late,” the
suspect insisted. “It couldn’t have been
more than two o’clock at the outside.”

The captain was grim. “That’s more
like it, As a matter of fact, I have a
witness who says you left around two-
thirty. He saw you leave the Girton
girl’s room at that time.”

Taylor turned to Smith. “Call the

police chief at Riga and ask him to “

check on this man,” he ordered.

The sergeant left to place the call
and the captain resumed his question-
ing.

“What happened while you were
with Alice up in her room last night”

Ford shrugged. “Nothing much, We
talked, and she tried to teach me a
guessing game, but I wasn’t good at
it. My mistakes made her laugh.”

“Did you quarrel with her?”

“Quarrel?” the youth repeated, rais-
ing his brows. “Why, we had a pillow
fight, but it was only in fun.”

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Taylor studied him narrowly. “Any-
thing else?”

Ford shook his head. “Say,” he asked
suddenly. “Has something happened to
Alice?”

“She’s been murdered,” the captain
said: evenly. “She was killed some time
after two this morning. Looks bad for
you, son.”

The youth sprang to his feet, his
eyes wide at last, “But I left before 2
o'clock!” he declared. “Alice saw me
to the door and she was all right then.”

Taylor and Kammeyer stared in si-
lence at young Ford as he sank back in-
to his chair. “I’m no killer,” he mut-
tered, bowing his head. ““You’ve got to
believe me.”

N a few minutes, Smith returned

to the room. “This man has a record,
all right,” he told the captain. “The
police at Riga said he was arrested in
Michigan a year ago on a larceny
charge. He was convicted and served
two months.”

Ford grudgingly admitted that was
true, He denied having any other brush-
es with the law.

By the way, who started that pillow
fight—you or Alice?” Taylor asked.

“J guess I did,” Ford admitted, “I
don’t know why. I didn’t hit her hard—
just a light tap with the pillow—and
she took up another and threw it at
me. The fight didn’t last long, and
we laughed about it afterward.”

The captain was about to ask another
question when a police clerk brought
in a large envelope. “A young fellow
left this for you,” he told Taylor. “Said
you’d understand. | asked him if he
wanted to see you, but he wouldn’t
wait.”

Taylor ripped open the envelope and
took out three neatly folded sheets of
paper. He glanced at the last page and
saw that it was signed “Adrian Miller,”
and dismissing the clerk, he turned
back to the first page and began to
read:

When I arrived at school this morn-
ing, I started thinking about the unfor-
tunate death of Alice May Girton. I
wondered how I could help you in its
solution, I think the keynote is a psy-
chological study of the characters in-
volved.

As you probably know, Alice came
from a small town and her background
was, in comparison with the city,
rather desolate. Hers was a sheltered
life. She was alone. Even in high
school, she didn’t have a normal life.
She told me that, She didn’t have any
friends or associations with those of her
own age and class.

The reason for this, I think, was her
deformed hand, Its utter ugliness work-
ed as a barrier between her and a nor-
mal social life. It set her apart. It threw
her inward and made her rely upon
her own inventions. She became a sub-
jeetive, introspective child. One could

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HE FRAGRANCE of fresh bacon and eggs filled
the sunlit dining room of Mrs. Lillian Kelly’s
boardinghouse in Fort Wayne, Indiana, early that
crisp October morning. Around the long table,
men and women lodgers were chatting, occupying
all the chairs but one. For the first time since she
had moved into the house a week earlier, Alice May Girton
had not come down for breakfast.

,. Mrs. Kelly walked over to the bottom of the stairs, a wor-
ried look on her motherly face. “Alice!” she called shrilly,
“Alice May!” ie :

There was no answer. The landlady was puzzled, for Alice
usually was first at the table in the morning.

She was a shy, pretty girl of 17, with long auburn hair,
wide-set green eyes and a soft, sweet smile. Only two months
ago she had come to Fort Wayne from her home town of
Winchester, Indiana, to attend the International Business
College. At first she had stayed. at the Women’s Christiart
Temperance Union home on Berry St. Then, on October 6,
she had moved to Mrs. Kelly’s, only one block from Fort
Wayne police headquarters.

Once again the landlady called to her tardy lodger. “Alice
May, are you up?”

Still there was no reply. Clucking anxiously to herself,
Mrs. Kelly started up the stairs. At the second floor she
turned down a dim hallway toward the front of the house
and knocked on the door of the girl’s room. When there
was no response, she turned the knob and opened the door.

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The two protagonists in the grisly tragedy are seen above.
. She was young and lovely and he plied her with attentions.
Things went smoothly—until a rival entered the picture.

At first she did not see the girl. Sunlight streamed into the
room through two large windows and a French door open-
ing on the front balcony. The bed was unoccupied and its
coverings had been thrown to one side toward the wall.

Then Mrs. Kelly saw her. Sprawled face down on a rug
beside the bed was the nude body of Alice May Girton, her
arms outflung, her long red hair tangled around her slim
shoulders.

For an instant the landlady thought Alice had fainted.
But rushing to her side, she saw the slender girl was dead.

RS. KELLY turned and ran from the room. Down-
stairs she hastily threw a jacket around her and a few - -
minutes later stood before the desk of Captain John Taylor
in the detective bureau at Fort Wayne police headquarters,
excitedly telling of her grim discovery. “I don’t know how
it happened,” she said. “I went up to the girl’s room to see
why she didn’t answer my calls, and there she was.”

Captain Taylor took down the information and handed
it to a detective. “Call the coroner,” he directed, “and bring
a squad to this address at once. I’ll go ahead.”

The husky, square-jawed captain, young for one of his
rank, accompanied Mrs. Kelly out to the street. On the short
walk, back to the rooming house, the landlady told him what
she knew of Alice May Girton.

As they neared the house, Taylor saw that it was a two-
story white stucco building with a (Continued on page 58)

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} lettuce and fish in addition to his
regular meal. This request was
granted. ; i
‘| At 7:30 o’clock, Wednesday night,
he was asked by Dr. H. Brunner,
prison physician, whether he did
not desire something to quiet his
nerves to afford him rest in sleep.
“No,” Moore was quoted as tell-
ing the physician, “I will get long
‘} enough sleep after midnight.”
‘} Moore’s hair was clipped closely
‘|on both sides to afford ‘proper
contact with the electrons.. Of Dr.
‘1%. C. Schumhle, night captain,
Moore jokingly asked, “How do
fyou like my hair cut?” : 4
4. His last hours were spent with
Father Joseph Lynn, pastor of the
St. Mary’s Catholic church, and his
‘lassistant, Father Edward Miller.
They administered:the last sacra-
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lic pastors, that Catholic funerai
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sent to some state educational in-
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Despite the fact that Ray Moore,
father of the youth, was not at the
prison before Moore went. on the
death march. solace could have been
drawn by the youth, from the
knowledge that his father had bees
in Indianapolis during the: day
Wednesday, attending a hearing
before Governor McNutt asking for
commutation of the death sentence
for the young slayer. Moore may
have been informed previously, but
he apparently did not recall the
knowledge in his last moments. .

Slim of build, the youthful slayer

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: at less than wholesale
y April Ist, 1933
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pw STOEL

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“| ed at the home of his uncle: and

* walked erect as he was taken from
his cell. His mouth was not tight
drawn, it was said, and he sat
quietly as the electrons and straps
were fastened. ; }
Only prison officials were in the
room. At 12:10 o'clock, Dr. P. H.
Weeks pronounced death.
Others Dejected

There are six other men in the:
prison death row and the fact that
Moore was denied executive clem-
ency, caused wide-spread dejection
among them, prison officials intim-
ated. The next execution is set for
March 3ist, when :Charles. V.
Witt, convicted slayer of an. In-
lianapolis chain grocery store own-
er, is scheduled to die. He ap?
peared nervous and deeply dejected

said. :

eS Brutal Killing “00 00S
Young Edward Moore proved
himself a very rwy prisoner while
iin the state prison. “¢ ae xe
. - s ’ AEE eked gee
It was on the night of November
1lth—Armistice Day—that John
Edward Moore cfept stealthily into
the home of Mr. and Mrs. Charles
A. (Bert) Moore, northeast of
Hartford City, and shot them to
death, using Mr. Moore’s own shot
gun. The youth apparently had
picked up the gun from its usualy
place in the house, a short -+ime

op |

house from hunting.
Young Moor had previously stay-

aunt, and knew the location of the
rooms and the exact spot where
furniture was placéd.. He had had
some differences with Mr. and Mrs.
Berf Moore only a short time prior
to the shooting. This - possibly
caused ill feeling on the part of the
youth, and his desire for money
probably lead him to return to
the Moore home and execute the
double killing. i Ea," Sis
The bodies of Mr.and Mrs. Moore
were not found until the next
morning, when the tragedy >was
discovered by a local milk collector.
Moore fled following the shooting
into Minnesota and was taken into
custody in the northern part of the:
state: at a little town, known as
Virginia. Moore had fled there to
attempt to - influence’ his sweet- |
heart, a married woman,, to, flee
with him. 9 5.°f An dong Fat
In his flight, Moore had stolen
his uncle’s car from. their farm
garage, but. abandoned «it- at
Whiting. «0-6 *) ae x ao id
Moore was given the death pen-
‘alty—the first ever-to be pronounc-
ed in Blackford county—on the
night of November 17th. The grand
jury indicted him immediately up-
cn his return here from Minnesota
and the youth was taken before the
court. ” :
Knowing full well the penalty
under the Indiana statutes, Moore
entered a plea of guilty and act-4
cepted the death sentence without
a trace of emotion., He died, ac-
cording to prison reports, in ‘the
same spirit, of bravado. ee
. The Moore home, northeast of
this city, is now tenanted by
Charles Crain and family, who
moved there a week after the sale
of personal property owned by Mr.
and Mrs. Moore. A News reporter,
visited in the vicinity of the mur-
der scene. Wednesday night, about
three hours before the execution of
Moore. No one was about the
home and there were not lights in
the home. ; A :
It was said

ee ,

»

that Ray Moore re-

day night, stopped for 2 few mom-
ents with his son, Fred, of Balti-
more, Md., to visit at the George
Hummer home, and then ‘continued
on to Detroit, stating that he would
go back to his work. ts

The Hummer home is located a
mile south of the murder" scene.
Clarence Moore, of* Minnesota, .&
brother of Ray Moore, and an
uncle of John Edward Moore, is

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early Thursday morning, it was ‘

after his uncle had returned to the |.

4 WITS eke KS

Ss
"i

turned from Indianapolis, Wednes~4

READY FOR CABINET DUTY

pay era

. With her: new“job as secretary of labor in the Roosevelt cabinet

‘aronua the corner, Miss Franc
cleaned up-her affairs as New
fore proceeding to Washington.
Paul Wilson, is the first woman in th

honored with a cabinet ‘portfolio. <-.'-

es Perkins is pictured at her desk as
York state industrial commissioner
Miss Perkins, who in pricate life is

e history of ta

e United States t
4 i

* sy Ps

1

eighteen miles away.
The senator becarhe suddenly ill
while the Gulf Coast, limited was
approaching ‘Wilson, and died
within a few minutes. A doctor
came. abroad the train at Wilson,
but the.senator already was dead.
Senator Walsh's bride was in
hysterics when the train left for
Rocky Mount, railroad attaches
said, and was herself under medi-
cal treatment. «* i ;
Walsh had seryed in the senate
continuously since 1913. His pres-
eht term would have expired in
He was 73 years: old. gaeeen
. Walsh ‘was a dominant figure
in the democratic party for years.
He was. permanent chairman of
the: party’s long drawn out con-
vention’ at Madison Square; Gar-
den in.1924,. and served in the
same capacity at the 1932 conven-
tion at Chicago. when Mr. Roose-
velt was nominated. He was men-
tioned many times as a_ possible
presidential candidate.

-.. PROHIBITION ERA ~

¥

(Continued from page one)

in the upper house; John Ryan of
Terre Haute, chairman of the.
house public morals committee,’
and Senator Fred A. Egan .of
Gary, chairman of the senate
public policy committee ...° re

Wright Prophesies Disaster” ,
While the reigning wets were

office to watch the demise of
hibition, Frank E. Wright, no
political outcast, whose name
been bandied about wherever
hibition, was discussed, stoo
the corridor outside the exec
office. :

Wright shook his head over
action and prophesied disaste
the wet democrats.

“Indiana is not neariy so W
many people think and therq
a great many people in this
who, at heart, are really dry
they have been fcolrd and
mered with propaganda fro)
wets until they thus whit
black,” Wright said.

The democrats, he scid. wil
cover that the people of In
didn’t mandate them to 3
the measure which beats
name.*,.*

“Wo question has peen
until it “is settled richt ang
fs not settled right.’ Wri
red. “This just m
and maybe we ° en
out of the front trenches, 1
will fight to get back and it
prophecy that we will get b

Saw Prohibition Law Ena

When the famous Wrig
was signed by Governor Ga
the diminutive Frank Wrig
author of the bill, was in 1
-ecutive office, and like the a
tration leaders yesterday,
the bill which he fathered

§

i

gathered in the: governor’s private
Roe?

*.¢

now at the Hummer home. .
ON vied dicted thet the

Trp


JONNT MOORE GOES TO DEATH

BRAVELY BUT DEJBCTED i .
“FATHER FAILE

al
7

) TO VISIT HIM

BODY OF’ SLAYER LAY ‘UN-
CLAIMED TODAY, WITH: ae
FATHER IN pre tebe bang:

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DEATH IS PRONCUNCED
| AT 12:10 AM. TODAY

‘Joked About His Hair Cut_ to
Night Priscn Captain— Sought
No Nerve Sedative. =

e-/

Michigan City, Ind., Mar. 2,
—U.P3—Hopeful almost ufitil'
the Jast minute of seeing his
father again, Jchn E. Moore,
26, was electrocuted today fer.

the slaying of~ his adnt and

uncle.

The couple, Mr. pone Mrs."
Bert Moore, of near Pennville, ”
Ind., were slain on November ~
llth, 1932. ..Govgrnor Paul
McNutt refused a last minute
plea to commute the sentence
to a life term. be aad oe &

Moore tcld_ prison officials *:
that he had expected his fath-“/
er, Ray L. Moore, cf Detroit, to
visit him before’ the execution.’
Authcrities said, however, that -
no plans for burial of the body
had been received, and that- 4
Moore had not arrived. - 5

The current was. turned into

, the electric chair at 12:03 a.m.,
, and the youth was pronounced
: dead at 12:10 ‘a.m. °°

Brave al Death ‘

Mcore began his death ~ march
premptly at 12:01 o'clock Thurs-
dav morning. He ‘was composed

and showed little or no emotion as

"he left, his cell,
Ht stated.

Moore, however, ccauaidie Putte
“hurt” that fis father had not vis-
ited him. He also expressed regret
thut neither of his two sisters had
come to the prison tq bid him a
final good bye. Neither his brother

‘nor sisters had written to him, and
the last time he had Laie his fasner.
was two weeks ago.~ San

For supper, Moore’ as sald” “to
have requested that he be served

’ _ gontinued on page beady“

1.C LULHOLD
 RETING HERE

Annual Institute of W. C. T..U/ is
licld at O. P. Sample Home
Wednesday.

aot omicials

Play. Charity

The “Hartford ‘City ” Merchants,
fhdependent basketball team will
play the Muncie Y. M. C. A. Mid-
gets next Tuesday evening at the
Muncie field house in a game for
charity. e game will be called
at 8:30 o’clock and the admission
will~be 10 cents. for students and
25 cents for adults...

Game |
ie i

\uITTLe TOT TERE” fae
PAINFULLY BURNED,
_IN ACCIBENT, TODAY

“Dickie, Neves year “old ton. of
Mr. and: Mrs. Virgil Gosnell west
Main street; was badly burned
about the face and arms . Thurs-
day afternoon, about 2:30' ‘o'clock,
when’ a stove. ‘at the home é ex-
ploded.: Mrs, “Gosnell had - stepped
out of “the Yoom ‘for: a few minutes
and. the small ‘boy threw” a pan‘ of
water “into ‘the heating stove,
causing, the flames to burst out
over his face and hands. His

burns are not considered serious
however. tf Ean

4: ie
a ee

Kitchen Cabinet Orchestre and. -
un Band Givea Delightful
; Program Wednesday Evening

“Polly: put “the kettle on. “This
was Wednespay evening, however,
and the kettle had joined its other
kitchen confreres, at the Woman’s
Benefit Association hall,” to make
merry; under the’ name’: of the
Kitchen Cabinet orchestra... Their
numbers were received, with much
applause, and hilarity by. the large
crowd’. in‘ ‘attendance: This” was
the “second * appearance of the
band, . amder.: the’ sponsorship of

the’ Ladies Aid. of the Grace Meth-}.."'_

odist church and the W: B..A.-

The Rhythm band composed of,

small. children,- ranging.-in ages
from three to six years,” opened
the program. They gave several
numbers on the triangles, rattles,
washboards and drums, which
composed the musical instruments
of this band. The. personnel of
the band was June
Ralph Lioyd Poulson, ‘Alice “And |
Annabelle Stout, ‘Billy. Dean,
Verna Belle Campbell, - Tommie

| Doyle, Mary, Ann and Bobbie Se-}.
Paul* ‘and |-
Billie Cooper, Anette and. Elaine }*»

crest, Betty, Johnson,

Nottingham, Judith Ann Boyles,
Robert Telleé, Paul Guy, Bobbie
Crouse,’ Martha Elizabeth. Wil-
liams, Marcelline Robinson, Lila
hee Compto; - and- the.. leader,
Martha Ann Willman.. Mies Audrey
Coleman accompanied.
piang. ee RY

.. Mrs. Charles | Ritter ie as
reader-for the Kitchen .. Cabinet

-|SISTER BURIED.

HERE THURSDAY
DIED ANDERSON

BODY or MRS. FRANK SMITH

. be at Co re he

Burnworth, :

“the.

orchestra, "whose ‘program ~ aa a
love theme, “The Joy: of Life!”
Mrs.: Charles’ Baumgartner was
nie pianist for the. orchestra... It
tv: composed: of-- Miss... Vevel
Braner, as. Madame ‘Kitchenette,
the. leader, and Miss Trella Bor-
den, as Madame Essing Tubinski;
the drummer, and Mrs. Noe) Joris,
Mrs. Ira .Parsons, Mrs. Harry Ris-
ser, Mrs. Jesse Cummings, Mrs. QO.
P: Sample, Mr. Harry Casterline,
continued on page three’.

«:, THOMAS J. WALSH <**
The above is n picture of Senator
Thomas J. Walsh, ,who died sud-
denly in South Carolina, Thursday
morning. , The body is now. enroute
to Washington, accompanied by his
recent ‘bride. Death was pro-
nounced due to heart. Sinter, ora

7 | brain hemorrhage. 2 *

ra

Sere rae) ; ACG
While

Thomas J. Wi
Enroute [2 to.

With: His Bride. _Eat

REVIVAL TO OPEN.
‘AT PLEASANT DALE ©.
CHURCH MARCH. STH

ed ory ny * A vores
The Revival of the ‘Sinsek Dale
v.; ,B. church, eight miles northeast
of” “here, will begif Sunday, March
‘4th’. Sunday. mo?ning Sabbath
‘school will convene ‘at 9:30 o’clock
in* charge ‘ of. the ‘superintendent,
Dale_Confer. Morning worship at
10:30 o'clock. Evening services ‘will
begin at 7:30 with the pastor, Rev.
Arthur’ I: Neurman, giving both
morning and evening sermons. +
Different’ speakers .will speak

°

cach night of the coming week. On, Mcntana,

| .

DEATH ‘occurs SUDDENLY, AT
, 7:10 A.M. NEAR WILSON, -~
ae SOUTH” CAROLINA.~ \?

ee Se

HAD SERVED SENATE ~
_ FOR OVER 20 TEARS

' Had peers "Been Desirnated as
Attorney General in Roose-
we Cabinet. *

Nx
ke

C. . Mar.

vv

Wiisen, N.

2.—U.P)—
Thodas' J. Walsh of
attorney - general-desig-

Senator

Monday night, Rev. H.-T. Walker,! mate in the Roosevelt cabinet, died
of Montpelier, will speak. Mr. and!today while enroute to Washing-

Mrs. Roberts, of the Salvation Ar-

my of Muncie, will bring several;

messages in song.

On Tuesday |

nicht°a delegation from the Hart-_

lord City United Brethren churchiow oi @ Ciunan

js expected. “They will bring specia! !

mourie on@ thelr pastor. Rev. 1

ton vith his bride.

Senator Walsh was married in
Fevena, Cuba. inst Saturday to
Senora Mari: Nieves Trefin, wid-
sugar magni. and
they were ning 10 toe yu"

* " RAC Ae
ty : I NT tala!

Woett


ae a chinks
ue Li: ee st he surs were spent wi

Father Joseph Lynn, pastor of ti
St. Mary's Catholic church, and his
assistant, Father Edward Miller.
They administered‘ the last sacra-
ment to the prisoner before the
death march was started.

“Moore's final request was sald to
have been made to the two Catho-
Ne pastors, that Catholic funerai
services be held for him. Providing
relatives do not claim the body to-
day, the state will probable order
', interment of the remains here, By
j this action, the body could not be

sent to some state educational in-
stitution’ for research and eseenig
work.

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8

Father ‘Makes Fight x
Despite the fact that Ray Moore,
father of the youth, was not at the
Prison before Moore went on _the
. | death march, solace could have been
drawn by the ycuth, from ‘the
|| knowledge that his father had bees
3] in Indianapolis during the: day
§| Wednesday, attending a hearing
before Governor McNutt asking for
commutation of the death sentence
for the young slayer. Moore may
have been informed previously, but
he apparently did not recall the
knowledge in his last moments. .
Slim of build, the youthful slayer

deerevdyvurveccgces-~ >

tied. a Behn nt nace ee

 Quoras =
(TY GOODS

vat ‘Tess than wholesale
y April st, 1933./

WIN STYLE «:!
ow $7.95-S3.95° |

Elder Shirts

Only about 295 left; pre-
shrunk; colors absolutely

nen ee
33C
H Boys’ Knee Pants, fully

! lined, formerly 38c—now 39¢c

Boys’ Raincoats, formerly up to
$4.95—now are priced at

$1.49, $1.98 ;

Boys’ Oxfords and Shoes, Endi-

cott-Johnson,.; ™., $1.39

' formerly $1: 98—now

Formerly $2.45 Si 59

Outing Bal, all leather
‘
j
}
:

H
i One Ict men’s and boys’
i Dress -Bhirtei¢3) ec.

i

formerly $1.98—now ....
Men’s Dress Oxfords are now

a. 941.49, $1.69

Men's and young men’s snappy
\ Dress: Hats—
+ now +.?.

ae 88c, 98¢

f } Men’s Rockford Sox,
: formerly 10c—now

\ Hundreds
yyuumerous

of other bargains. too
to mention. Nothing
reserved. Our entire stock must
go. Store is open till 8 a’e'--'
‘for those who cannot shop dur-
jing the day. We must move in
' thirty days. . - te SP he

a om ’

.. Ladies? +
‘Allen-A Hose
Sheer and service weight,
formerly sold up to $1.50

—while they last, 49 C|

; DP per palre.j ete eee:

r

: Store. <

rest of Gough’s Drug Store

EDS A

oustody My lhe Mervueir Pars ob tise
tate’ at a little town, known as
Virginia. Moore fad fled there to
attempt to influence his sweet-
heart, a2 married woman, to flee
with him.

In his flight, Moore had stolen

his uncle’s car from their farm
garage, but abandoned it at
Whiting.

Moore was given the death pen-
alty—the first ever to be pronounc-
ed in Blackford county—on the
night of November 17th. The grand
jury indicted him immediately up-
or his return here from Minnesota
and the youth was tS rig before the
court, **c7-4

Knowing full ie “the penalty
under the Indiana statutes, Moore
entered a plea of guilty and ac-
cepted the death sentence without
a trace of emotion. He died, ac-
cording to prison reports, in the
same spirit of bravado. ;

The Moore home, northeast of
this city, is now tenanted by
Charles Crain and family, . who
moved there a week after the sale
of personal property owned by Mr.
and Mrs. Moore. A News reporter
visited in the vicinity of the mur-
der scene. Wednesday night, about
three hours before the execution of
Moore. No one was about the
home and there were not lights in
the home.

It was said that Ray Moore re-
turned from Indianapolis, Wednes-
day night, stopped for a few mom-
ents with his son, Fred, of Balti-
more, Md., to visit at the George
Hummer home, and then-continued
on to Detroit, stating that he would
go back to his- work.

The Hummer home is located a
mile south of the murder scene.
Clarence Moore, of* Minnesota, a
brother of Ray Moore, and an
uncle of John Edward Moore, is
now at the Hummer home.

Clarence Moore indicted that the
body of the youthful slayer will not
be buried in the family plot, but
will be interred at Michigan City,
The uncle was not one of the rela-

te mr i

é | tives who petitioned the governor

to act on a clemency plea.

Legal proceedings in behalf of
John Moore were acted.upon by
Attorney L. F. Sprague, of this
| city, for the father and his mater-
nal uncle and aunts.

Attorney Sprague ~ states that
Moore, during his imprisonment,
at Michigan City, had. informed
prison officfais that he wished to
.die, having come to a full realiza-
tion of the terrible crime he com-
mitted. While making such state-
ments to prison officials, " Moore
then in turn would write to his
father, asking for information con-
cerning progress on the plea for
commutation of sentence.

Ray Moore and his ‘other son,
Fred, made personal pleas before
Governor McNutt in behalf of John
Edward Moore. They wept bitter-
ly. Governor McNutt, in denying
the _ petition, informed the father
that he did not feel justified in im
terceding in view of a prison ‘phy-
sician’s report holding Moore “i
sponsible for his acts.

SEN. THOMAS. WALSH

(Continued from teen treat page)

sorenge office with other members
of the new cabinet Saturday.
Senator Walsh died at 7:10 a.m.
railrdad officials said. His body
was taken to Rocky Mount, N. C..

Now Ready to Serve You

Hee 3 % Spey be ee
The Hartford City
re Fish Warket

119 South Jefferson Street

~ Claude Hobson

Gate . e
cal i ®. Ve th people thee |
Wals! A etrved inthe venara in gest many: pe |
continuously sinre 1913. His pres-;'vho, at heart, |
ent term would have expired in /they have been 19.)
1937. mered with propa
He was 73 years. old. wets until ther;
‘Walsh “vas u dominant figure | black,” Wright said.
in the democratic party for years.| ‘The democrats, he

He was permanent chairman of
the party’s long drawn out con-
vention at Madison Square Gar-
den in 1924, and served in the
Same capacity at the 1932 conven-
tion at Chicago, when Mr. Roose-
velt was nominated. He was men-
tioned many times as_a i reser
presidential candidate.” 1%

PROHIBITION FRA

(Continued from } from page one) |

the

red.

in the upper house; John Ryan of
Terre Haute, chairman of the
heuse' public morals committee,
and Senator Fred A. Egan of
Gary, chairman of the senate
public policy committee . *

cover that
didn’t mandate
measure
name.

“No question
until it ‘is settle!
{s not settled right,”
“This just m
and maybe we hava
out of the front
will fight to get back
prophecy that we wil

Saw Probibition L

When the famous
‘was signed by Gover
the diminutive Fra
author of the bill. v
“ecutive office, and lik
tration leaders yeste
the bill which he fa

the p

t
waict

yi as
ri

tre

Wright Prophesies Disaster
While the reigning

i igning wets were iE cras/vien a ;
gathered in the governor’s private FO

North aesde indoor in the art of gracious hospitality and tobacco culsiv

« -

Fine tobaccos give «
“Toastirig” makes, t]

‘Coca oashs us ‘Goren Sond e x

great planter’s fields of choice,ripe *

tobacco—watch him select the~
Cream of his Crop... then

follow those leaves as they are. -
purchased for Lucky Strike...

carefully aged and blended—the.
finest tobaccos the world can

grow—drawn from a reserve of
over $100,000,000 worth! That’s

Ving ae In every pe of.the world, both here ar
et wherever ae find joy in life,’tis always “Lu

- equalled M

$

Gharack: f.
something
else in the
luscious gol
“Toasted”
famous Luc
the proces

two reasoj

Mildness—‘

0 hl SEE CATES OR) ee en eee




ELECTROCUTED =
- ATEARLY HOUR
FOR BAD CRIME

William Ray Pays - Penalty
in State Prison for Brutal
Murder of Martha |

| 2 ve |

{By the Assoctated Press.]

MICHIGAN CITY, Ind., Aug. 5.—
William Ray, negro, 19 years old,
confessed, murderer of Martha Huff,
14 year old Indianapolis white girl,
was executed at the state prison
here thi§' morning. Ray met death
in the electric chair and was pro-
nounced dead after the first charge.
Ray whs the first man to pay the
death penalty in Indiana stmce 1916
when Kelly Robinson, also an Indi-
anapolis negro was electrocuted for
the murder of John Roe.

HISTORY OF CRIME.

INDIANAPOLIS, Aug. 5,— The
crime for which*William Ray was
executed! early this morning at the
state prison at Michigan City is
one of the most brutal ‘recorded: in
the criminal annals of the state.
Ray, according to his own confession
enticed the girl away from her home
on the pretext that a white family
of his acquaintance wished to give
her some clothing. After taking -her
to a lonély spot, he said he attacked
her, and in an effort to stifle’ her
screams,| stabbed her thirteen times.

The girl's mutilated body war
later found in Eagle Creck where
the negro had thrown it. Cee
* After the -hegrd’s arrest here large,
crowds (gathered around the jail;
where he was being held and it was
thought) an attempt to Iyvnch thea
prisoner; would be made. Police were
able to} break up the gatherings
however ak :


ie “wrannen, Ant THIRTEEN TIMES.

Dee ao pnp mate te
May. ‘Contenned Two Hours After His
i aA trent—-Convicted t Vive Days.
-~ Wiitam Tay was atrested in Ind}.
\~gnapolis April 22, tw¢ daye. after he
‘pad‘uttacked and murdered Martha
Hult, fourteen-year-old stepdaughter
| oft Hugh. Amock, 479 Bank avenue, ang
i ‘five days later recalved the death zen-
+ fence: ‘after naving been found gulity
i ot first degree murder by & Jury in the

ef pee court.
was (arrestec at his home in
| conmbie avenue by Detectives Snead
pnd Trabus and Patrotman Carter, all
“‘gdjored; and aut two houts after
the arrest. confeesad having murdered:
ithe with. He was ipdicted by the Mar-
inten son ty gtand Ped April 2€ and.
‘wae tried April 2 |
The Halt girl's body, bearing thir-
“teen stab wounds, wes found th Eagia
Soraek: the day after sbe had ditap-
4 ener apie met the girl at the West,
Michigan ree: bridge. over. White:
fiver and, on the pretext of Ketting
ome, ‘dothes® for her, persuaded her’
tans Recgeyeny Rim to the reek bot.
Mod ph Ag fee *eathered > in
i s Wietalty rion Cennty Jalt
- fgiliowing Ray's arremt, but was, dis-
~ persed by po re fF SaUaas before mush
Arouble. Fema lls 0 ON re

ated

MARSHALL, Hugh & NEAL, Vertis, whites, elec. IN@ (Shelby) July 8, 1938.

: Indiana’s

Baby Raider

and the

River Riddle

By JACK CEJNAR

Blazing a crimson trail of murder,
two youths try to outrun the law
but stumble in their mad flight.

Pa isi2
aN Lk

William Bright,
above, disappeared
mysteriously from
home. The arrow in
the picture, right,
points to his sheet
covered body after it
was pulled from the
flood waters of a
roadside stream.


The Judy ca

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Judge, prosecutor for death penalty

By RANDY LUDLOW

Two officials who would be respon-
sible for seeking and imposing the
death penalty in Shelby County would
not hesitate to place a murderer like
Steven Judy in the electric chair.

Shelby Superior Court Judge
George R. Tolen and Prosecutor Jeff
Linder both favor the death penalty as
a fitting punishment and as a deter-
rent to premeditated murders.

(Related stories, Page 16.)

Judy, who killed a young woman
and threw her three children into a
creek to drown, is scheduled — and
wants — to die Monday in the electric
chair at. i

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“The man cannot be rehabilitated,
has said he would kill again and he

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Shelby County juries twice have
handed down decisions that eventual-

ly led to the death of three men in the-

electric chair at the Indiana State
Prison at Michigan City.

However, only one of the cases —
the Bright murder case of 1937 that
led to the execution of two men — can
truly be called a Shelby County case.

The second case, the 1948 trial of In-
dianapolis. rapist-murderer Robert
Watts, was venued here from Marion
County and a guilty verdict was over-
turned by the U.S. Supreme Court and
a new trial ordered. A Bartholomew:
County jury then found Watts guilty
and he was executed.

The body of William Bright, 36, an
Indianapolis druggist, was found in
the Big Sugar Creek in Shelby County
on Jan. 6, 1937. Bright had been shot
twice in the head and twice in the
back and his body dumped over the
Red Mills bridge.

The discovery of a blood-soaked hat
containing bullet holes in a farm field
one mile west of Fairland led
authorities to conclude Bright had
been murdered there on Jan. 5 and his
body later dumped into the creek.

Bright’s blood-caked car later was

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of
“his ‘inhuman action,” Linder said.

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wants to die. To the day he dies, he
will be a potential threat to society.

“The death penalty is only a deter-
rent if imposed, not deferred. Death
will not act as a deterrent to crimes
of passion. Premeditation is the area
to focus on as far as a deterrent
goes,’’ Linder said.

The unsolved, execution-style
shooting death of James Ryon here on
Jan. 30, 1980 could be a potential
death penalty case if it can be proven
his murder was premeditated, Linder
said, emphasizing, ‘‘However, there’s
no way such a thing can be deter-
mined or said now. There could be too

4. Many mitigating circumstances.”

How do local potential jurors feel

_ questionnaires returned by county
residents show a decided mixture of

‘Judy’s dea hot cause a flood
_ of executions for those held on death
Tow at Michigan City, Linder
predicted. ‘‘Executions probably will
continue to be very Sporadic. Judy's

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found stripped and abandoned in
Madison — the murderers’ eventual
downfall. Vurtis Neal, 21, Madison,

and Hugh Marshall, 19, Indianapolis,
were arrested a few days later after a

‘man told police he bought a car part

from the men in Madison.

Neal, the triggerman, and
Marshall, his accomplice, confessed
following their arrests. The pair told
police they forced their way into.
Bright’s car at a stoplight at In-
dianapolis and forced him to drive to
Shelby County at gunpoint.

They robbed Bright of $1.25 and
Neal then pumped four shots into the
pharmacist’s body in the field west of
Fairland. The men then placed the
body into the car and dumped it into
Big Sugar Creek.

In a widely-covered three-week
trial in Shelby Circuit Court before
Special Judge Roscoe C. O’Byrne of
Brookville, defense attorneys, in-
cluding Warren Brown, attempted to
invalidate the men’s confessions.

Prosecutor Fred Cramer and
special prosecutor George Tolen, the
father of current Shelby Superior
Court Judge George Tolen, pleaded a
convincing case that captivated two
attorneys and judges to-be. When the

“about the death penalty? Linder Says. -

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crime was very aggravated
wants to die.’’

Judge Tolen, who has the authority
to impose or overturn a jury’s death
penalty finding, said, ‘‘I would not
hesitate to impose death if a jury cal-
led for it unless there were very un-
usual circumstances. That’s the law.
If I had to do it, I would.”

Tolen, who says he sat in the
electric chair at Michigan City as a
child, believes ‘‘compassion for the
criminal” has been responsible for in-
creased crime, including murder.

“I know one thing. The bottom line
statistics on crime show that crimes
increased in direct proportion to the

‘. time when we became so involved
‘with compassion for the criminal,
ended capital punishment and began

and he

; all kinds of rehabilitative programs.

‘The whole criminal justice system

, that needs to be stopped,”

_ Judge
- Tolen commented. ‘

‘is set up to serve the criminal rather °
“than society and that’s a philosophy

Under the revised Indiana Penal .

’ Code, a person who ‘‘knowingly or in-

tentionally’’ kills another human
commits murder.

Also, a person commits murder
when they kill another ‘‘while com-

mitting or attempting to commit °

arson, burglary, child molesting,
criminal deviate conduct, kidnapping,
rape or robbery,’’ the law states.

Conviction of murder, a lone felony
classification, carries a fixed
sentence of 40 years, with not more
than 20 years added for aggravating
circumstances nor less than 10 years
for mitigating circumstances.

The death penalty can be sought for
nine specific categories of murder:
Intentionally killing the victim of a
sex crime, burglary, robbery, kidnap-
ping or arson; killing a person by
means of bombing; killing by lying in
wait; killing for hire; hiring another
person to kill the victim; killing: a
judge, law enforcement officer,
fireman or corrections employee; kil-

ling when done by a convicted -

murderer; killing more than one vic-
tim in a series of murders and killing
when done by a prisoner under a life
sentence.

e led to execution

high school principal came to court to
claim his two wayward pupils, he was
told by Judge O'Byrne to “‘let the boys
be,”’ Tolen said.

Judge Tolen recalled he and Robert
Ellison, current Shelby Circuit Court
judge, ‘‘played hooky’’ from
Shelbyville High School to watch
Tolen’s father prosecute the case.

In less than three hours of delibera-
tion on April 5, 1937, the jury found
Neal and Marshall guilty of first-
degree murder and premeditated
murder in the perpetration of a rob-
bery. The death sentence was
automatic.

After four stays of execution and
exhausted appeals to the Indiana
Supreme Court, the two men died in
the electric chair at Michigan City
shortly after midnight on July 8, 1938.

Watts, a black man accused of rap-
ing a white housewife and then killing
her with two shotgun blasts in 1947,
had his case venued from Marion
County to Shelby County. The Shelby
Circuit Court jury found him guilty
and he was sentenced to death.

However, only five hours before he
was to die in the electric chair on

June 7, 1949, the U.S. Supreme Court |

overturned the conviction, saying

blacks had been systematically ex-
cluded from serving as grand jurors
in the case.

A new trial was ordered, Watts
again was found guilty, this time in
Bartholomew County, and he was
electrocuted on Jan. 16, 1951.

Prosecutors have sought the death
penalty in several cases in Shelby
County history, but won the ultimate
sentence in only the two cases.

The last county case in which the
death penalty was sought occurred in

* 1976 in the trial of Eric Nading, 24, a

Columbus man who formerly lived in
the Flat Rock area.

He was indicted by a county grand
jury for first-degree murder by lying
in wait, which carries the death
penalty, and first-degree murder in
the Dec. 26, 1975 shotgun slaying of
police drug informant David Burton,
20, at his home in Jackson Township.

The case was venued to Hancock
Superior Court. The jury convicted
Nading of second-degree murder as a
lesser and included offense on June 8,
1976 and Judge Richard Payne im-
posed a life sentence. Prosecutor Jer-
ry Lux, who had sought the death
penalty, reported some jurors had
wanted to impose the death sentence.

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MURDERS. MONTH ©

ktckk& Indicates a case in which the
a detective work was of outstanding and
exceptional merit.

tek Indicates a case in which the ar-
resting officer captured the criminal
’ under circumstances showing particu-
lar gallantry.

t _| % Indicates a case in which excellent
| cooperative work among several of-
ficers or offices solved the crime.

* Indicates a case presenting some
difficulties to the police.

No star is placed before cases in which
the criminal gave himself up without
resistance before being suspected.

| * Victim—Mrs. Elsie Randall, San
| Francisco, California. Method—Shoot-
ing; revolver. Jleld for trial—Horatio
Randall (husband). Remarkable features
—Mrs. Randall, then pregnant, was re-
moved‘ to hospital in dying condition ;
doctors performed delicate Caesarian
| operation, removing unborn baby, which
| survived. Arrest by—San Francisco
police, who claim blood found on
Randall’s shoes, murder gun found in
his car, and eye-witness.

Victim—Dr. Nevin Wetzel, at Kansas

kkk Victim—William H. Bright, near
Boggstown, Indiana. Method—Shoot-
ing; revolver. Motive—Robbery. Held
for trial—Vurtis Neal; Hugh Marshall.
Detective work by—Indiana State Po-
lice, who caught Neal trying to sell the
heater from Bright’s car. Remarkable
features—Bright was held up in his car
in an Indianapolis street and taken for
a ride in his own machine. Arrest by—
John Neal of state police, uncle of
Vurtis Neal, who bravely captured the

wk Victim—Mark F. Jenkins, at San
Francisco, California. Method—Stran-
gling with necktie. Motive—Unknown;
police allege quarrel during drunken
party. Held for trial—Mrs. Myrtle
Jenkins (wife). Remarkable features—
Mrs. Jenkins alleged to have reported
death as accidental, but Coroner T. B.
W. Leland declared accident impossible
ane medical reasons. Trial set for early
ate.

kkk Victim—Morris Siegel, Chicago,
4 Illinois. Method—Skull crushed with
oak plank. Held for trial—Carl A. C.

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’

Johnson. Detective work by—Sgts. John
J. Walsh and Al Heinen. Remarkable
features—Siegel, known as “King of the
fixers,’ was found dead in his home,
which contained over 200 letters threat-
ening his life. Walsh and Heinen, by
working out a time-table, determined
crime must have been committed by
someone living nearby; Johnson con-
fessed, claiming self-defense. -

* Victin—Charles Edgar, near Colum-
bus, Ohio. Method—Drowning. Held
for trial—Lane Winters. Arrest by—
Sgt. Charles Cole and Detective Ed
Love. Remarkable features—Edgar’s
body found in Scioto River; Cole and
Love discovered Winters and Charles
Stewart were last persons seen with de-
ceased; they report Stewart declares
seeing Winters put Edgar, unconscious,
into water, Motive uncertain.

wk =~ Victim—Mrs. Adele Romanini,
Philadelphia, Pa. Method—Shooting ;
rifle. Held for trial—William Pugliano.
Remarkable features—Pugliano, 14 years
old, received the rifle as a Christmas
present and was firing it on the street;
arrested, he said, “I had no idea she
was anywhere near. J was just shoot-
ing at a street light.”

* Victim—Mrs. M. Dobbrick, at Phila-
delphia, Pa. Method—Strangulation.
Held for trial—Albert Calviello. Re-
markable features—Dead woman’s son
returned home on Nov. 15, found her
dead and his crippled sister near death
from beating. She lay in coma in hos-
pital for two months; on recovery ac-
cused Calviello of crime, which she
alleges he committed in burst of rage
because not allowed to read Sunday

Victim—William Ross, at In-
diahapolis, Indiana. Method—Shoot-
i revolver. Alleged motive—Rob-
. Remarkable features—Ross’ body
s¢overed beside road outside city by
er-by; later the taxi he had owned
discovered in a driveway. Held for
ialj—Bernard Niesse. Detective work
-Indianapolis police who discovered

s’ taxi, found tire-treads of the taxi
otf Niesse’s missing hat. Niesse gal-
lantly captured by' M. L. Denney, who
states he found accused hiding in cellar
and grappled with him.

kkk Victim—Policeman Richards F.
Hammond, at Monroe, Mich. Method—
Shooting; revolver. Held for trial—
Alcide (Frenchy) Benoit. Motive—To
escape recapture. Remarkable features
—Benoit, an escaped convict, kidnapped
Hammond, ultimately handcuffed him to
a rural mail-box after shooting him.
Michigan state police established a
blockade of the roads. Confession.

* Victin—Alvin Stout, on Onondaga
Indian Reservation, New York. Method
—Shooting: revolver. Held for trial—

a Petpet lio. Mebane
Shay ( 737

Levi Frost. Arrest by—Deputy sheriffs.
Remarkable features—Both men Indians.
Killing took place Christmas day fol-
lowing quarrel police allege in which
Stout, who was not Christianized,
laughed at Frost for celebrating the
holiday. Frost said only “I never miss”
when questioned.

* Victim—Gust Anderson, at Great
Falls, Montana. Method—Beating. Al-
leged motive—Robbery. Held for trial
—William J. Newman, Muriel Murphy,
Virgil Murphy. Arrests by—Sheriff
Guy Palagi; Deputies Don W. Dwyer,
Felix Skovron. Remarkable features—
All three suspects, from whom police
announce confessions, are reported
agreeing that Anderson, 61, was met in
a beer-parlor by the girl who decoyed
him into an alley for robbery.

wk Victim—Jean Seville, near Cham-
bersburg, Pa. Method—Beating. Held
for trial—Glenn Sleighter —(foster-
father). Kemarkable  features—The
Seville girl, 6 years old, was found dead
on a mountain, horribly beaten. Arrest
by—Captain S. W. Gearhart, State Po-
lice, who discovered the girl’s lunch box
at Sleighter’s house after she was re-
ported missing. Police say he confessed
to beating her with strap because she
tore her school books.

Victin—Robert Frye, at Danville,
Kentucky. Method—Stabbing; pocket-
knife. Held for trial—Bee Alcorn
(sweetheart). Remarkable features—
Witnesses say the two quarreled on the
street, Frye saying, “All right, cut my
heart out,” and handing Miss Alcorn a
knife she attempted to do so.

* Victim—Peter Demarco, at Danne-
mora Prison, New York. Method—
Stabbing; stiletto made from file. Held
for trial—Joseph A. Aendrzpak. Re-
markable features—Both were convicts,
in convalescent ward of prison hospital.
Demarco made deathbed identification
of Aendrzpak, and authorities say they
found knife in latter’s bed.

* Victin—Mrs. M. S. Madison, at
Portland, Oregon. Method—Mrs. Madi-
son was pushed downstairs into cellar,
stumbling over an open toolbox which
held a file pointing upwards; force of
the impact drove the file six inches into
her skull. Held for trial—Mad = S.
Madison (husband). Arrest and ques-
tioning by—Deputy Sheriff Christoffer-
son, who reports confession by suspect.

tek Victin—Frank Dray, at Denver,
Colorado. Method—Shooting ; revolver.
Held for trial—Ross West. Alleged
motive—Jealousy; Dray is alleged to
have been carrying on an affair with
West's divorced wife. Remarkable
features—Shooting took place on a busy
street corner. Arrest by—Policeman
Oscar Willis and Calvin Jeter, who
tackled West on the street.

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Oakland, California: Authorities
waver between death by expo-
sure or murder to explain de-
mise of Mrs. Anita Botelho, Vl
found in a creek. With her is

her daughter

Latest Sensations in
the Crime Whirl—
and What the Law
Is Doing About Them

Monroe, Michigan: Michigan has

no capital punishment so Alcide

Benoit faces life, accused of bru-
tally killing a state trooper

PAROLED convict, Alcide of two ghastly tragedies. Horatio started
“Frenchy” Benoit, and his side- Randall, 21, stands accused of putting isiie
John Smith, kidnaped bullets through his pregnant wif
iliams, a Detroit used-car Elsie, nineteen, and her aunt, Ameli
Picked up as suspects near Hohnhaus, 65. Motive unknown.
Michigan, they were being emergency Caesarian operation st Robbery under arms is the sole mo-
jail in separate cars when before the mother died brought fnto tive advanced for the death of Wil-
gged his guard, State Troop- the world a baby boy, who is expefted liam H. Bright, Indianapolis pharma-
F. Hammond. He chained to live... And in a creek near fash- cist whose bullet-pierced body was
d to a mail-box post and shot ionable Mills College, Anita Bot ho, found in a stream near Boggstown,
th in cold blood. Less than 21, was found dying. The pretty Indiana. His automobile was recov-
later he was captured. He young woman, a mother, had Ween ered miles away. His hat, drilled, lay
ty and_was sentenced to life savagely beaten. There were finker- in a field in still another direction.
ment; Smith, 15 to 30 years. marks on her throat. The last fnan Scandal, but not so much mystery,
bersburg, Pennsylvania, known to have been with her w&s a_ attaches to the death of T. Garland
hter, 30, whipped his six- garage owner, James S. Williams, fo) ount,..North-Gar

, including the murderer, Tom
vho recently had been
Worth hospital for a

treated in a Fort
n mental disorder.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota: Dy-

namite blew Harold Baker to

bits but Helen Seiler, below,

escaped a murder plot with

frozen feet and eight bullet
wounds

PA worker, is held in Covington,
<y, for murder. She cut the
f two of her children, slashed
one less seriously and tried to
end herjown life with a razor... Near
i alls, South Dakota, Harold
elieved to have taken part in
a $37,000 jewelry robbery in Iowa, was
blown fo bits by a dynamite charge.
Helen Beiler, with Baker, managed to
crawl free from the explosion and will
from eight bullet wounds and
frozey feet. His companions, William

ter daughter, Jean Seville, confessed that she had resisted his olina, the town’s mail carrier. | His
sur because she tore pages advances. body and those of two young women
book and told schoolmates she Running to a neighbor’s home with were found in his rooming house quar-
‘t enough to eat. The child his clothing in flames, twelve-year-old ters. All had been asphyxiated with
n hemorrhage. Her frozen Glenn Duke of Vernon, Texas, gasped gas. An accident, rather than suicide,
found in the mountains near- that his father had locked the whole was indicated.

ooth Sleighter and his wife family of five in the kitchen and Mrs. Louis Thomas, 40, wife of a
Id. the man being charged with

San Francisco, Cali-
fornia: Elsie Randall,
left; her husband Hor-
atio, right; and the
baby, saved after she
was shot

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Nineteen Negroes were questioned in
cago in connection with the fatal
ot Mrs. Nina Sanborne, 55.
woman's corpse was discovered in
‘th Side alley, battered to a pulp.
rently she had been seized and
ged 100 feet into the alley after
‘ended from an elevator sta-
had put up a terrific struggle.
‘k City was treated to a kill-
classic gangland manner.
The crew of a passing radio police car
eard one shot come from an automo-
le parked near Tenth Avenue. They
verved towards the mystery car,
lich promptly fled. The chase ended
ren a taxicab blocked the way at
urteenth Street, and the fugitive
ashed against a garage wall. Into
street rolled the dead body of
alph Clements, 36, small-time hood-
im. The other occupants were James
Lavin, 30, a convict on parole from
Sing Sing, and his girl friend, Mary
gins, 29. Both pleaded innocence,
it Lavin was held without bail in
Homicide Court.
Oakland, California, was the scene

N ESTRANGED couple’s argument
over the custody of their three chil-
dren ended in a massacre at South
Floral Park, Long Island, New York.
Elias Dill, 30, shot his wife in her
home and fled. When police caught up
with him, Dill was sitting in a fur-
nished room, with a whisky bottle and
a pistol beside him. He plugged two
officers as they entered, but not before
they had pumped six bullets into his
chest and abdomen.

William H. Russell, 60, mentally de-
ranged, killed his wife, Alice, 59, with
an axe as she slept, then cut his own
throat, at New Bedford, Massachusetts
‘.% Rocco Areno, 26, of Brooklyn,
New York, has sworn off assignations
with girls whose last name he does not
know. He was waiting for one Kitty
in the middle of a block when a pass-
ing motorist fired a load of buckshot
into his left side and hip.

Alfred E. Smith, Jr., son of the for-

. mer Presidential candidate, struck a

hard blow at the slimy blackmail
racket when he went into court and
admitted he had paid and paid, be-
cause of an indiscretion in a New York
City hotel with Catherine Pavlick,
blond stenographer. Max D. Krone,
private detective, and A. Henry Ross,
lawyer, were convicted of the extor-
tion. Blackmailers fatten on victims
who are afraid to talk. By calling a
halt on these two shakedown artists,
Smith performed a public service.

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BLOOD ON THE BRIDGE

(Continued from page 67):

man, in the depths of domesticity, was
mopping the kitchen floor.

“I guess you know why I am here,
Vurtis,” said Officer Neal. “The best
thing for you to do is to talk to me;
tell the whole story straight.”

It was arranged for Vurtis and his
uncle to have ten minutes of private
conversation at the sheriff's office in
Carrollton and the detectives departed
taking with them their prisoner’s be-
longings among which they found a
cheap, thinly gold-plated, .38 caliber
revolver,

On the way to Carrollton, Detective
O'Neal attempted to question Neal.

“Has this gun been fired recently?”
he asked.

“Yes,” replied Neal. °

“Where is Bright?”

“I'll tell the whole story to Uncle
Jake when we get to Carrollton.”

In Carrollton Neal confessed that he
had been implicated in the crime. How-
ever, when he described the actual
killing in the cornfield, he said that
Marshall had been the trigger man.

Later, when Captain Leach ques-
tioned him, Neal corroborated Mar-
shall’s previous statement and admit-
ted that he, not Marshall, had pumped
the four shots into Bright’s body. It
had been pointed out to him that, in
the eyes of the law, both men were
equally guilty regardless of who pulled
the trigger.

The boys were ready to tell all they
knew and sign confessions so they were
brought together in Captain Leach’s
office for that purpose. The story there
unfolded was callous, wanton, so de-
praved that it almost defied belief—a
story of murder planned in cold-blood
and executed with the nonchalance of
criminals hardened by years of expe-
rience: They told every detail of their
actions and frequently smiled at each
other as they recalled some particu-
larly outrageous deed. Officers, used to
handling criminals, were amazed at
the attitude of this youthful pair of
killers.

When the final words of the boys’

_ Story had been recorded the confession

manuscript had taken on the propor-
tions of a small book. Throughout the
examination their attitude had been
one of braggadocio—they seemed to re-
gard the whole occurrence as a huge
joke. When Captain Leach brought out
the confession for them to sign, their
actions were almost anxious as they
affixed their signatures. Afterwards
they sat joking with officers and news-
paper reporters. ’

One reporter lighted a cigarette for
Neal.

“Tll tell you what I'll do,” Neal told
him in appreciation. “I will carve a
notch on the handle of that gun and
make you a present of it. But maybe if
I get out of this mess I’ll need it again
so I might be around to see you after
the trial.” ,

.

Later Marshall was describing the
antics of a taxicab driver he had held
up several nights previous to the mur-
der. To him the incident had been ex-
tremely humorous. ;

“I hired his cab,” he told reporters,
“and then held him up. He jumped
from the car and ran. I shot in his
direction a couple of times just to scare
him, and I never saw a man do so many
tricks on his feet. Boy, was he scared!”

In this tone of moronic boastfulness,
the two young killers recounted a num-
ber of their previous exploits — apt
preludes for the merciless killing
which had brought them at last to face
stern justice.

On April 5, 1937, in the new $250,000
court house at Shelbyville, Neal and
Marshall sat white-faced as the jury of
twelve retired to consider their fate.
The state had built up a powerful case
against them, but never in the history
of Shelby County had the death pen-
alty been imosed.

Would this tradition defeat justice in
the case of William Bright’s calloused
murderers? This was the question on
everybody’s congue as they anxiously

Not until 11 p.m. did the jury return”. i
to the court room. The spectators andi) ~
principals sat. silently - tense. Then:
the foreman announced the verdicts"
“Guilty of murder.” By this decision®:
the death sentence was made manda-=
tory. Cheering broke out in the room =~
for the story of the callousness of the. ?
two killers had reached the people and, .
there was only complete contempt for.@ °° >
them. * aa

As the stunned gunmen were hustled ® ‘
to their cells to await removal to In=«*
diana’s grim state prison at Michigan
City, where the electric chair awaited.
them, officers arrested the conniving
elder Marshall as an accessory after:
the fact. | . ch

Thus the aroused people of Indiana
acted forcefully and surely to avenge!, _
the bloody: assassination of William”
Bright, to establish anew the power of» : tue
the law before potential quick-trigger => ~*~}.
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that murder—no matter how careful
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capture and confession. The Indiana ojficers who brought these two cold-blooded
murderers to justice stand in rear, \


38

E arty THAT AFTERNOON of Tues-
day, Jan. 5th, 1937, six miles northwest
of Shelbyville, Indiana, and two miles
west of Road 29, Wm. S. McClain, an
elderly huckster of Needham, stopped to
eat his lunch. A minute later his truck
was clattering on over the country road
to the farm house of his next prospective
customer, a half-mile away.
“Call the sheriff,” McClain told Mrs.
Ellen Clark. ;
“What’s wrong, Mr. Mac?
one short-change you?”
“Get Ralph Brown out here right
away. There’s a man’s hat back down
the road on the Herbert Jones farm.”
“So what? Maybe he throwed it away,
or it blowed off and he was too lazy to
stop and get it. Is it a good hat?”

Did some-

“Yeah; except for a bullet hole in it.”

“My goodness! Why didn’t you say
so?” the farmwife exclaimed, and hur-
ried to her telephone.

Down at the sheriff’s office in the Shel-
by County jail, Deputy Leonard Wor-
land, a stocky, bespectacled man of mid-
dle age, wearing highlaced boots over
uniform trousers, zipped up ‘his jacket
and reached for a high-crowned cap.

“Jim Clark’s wife just called, Buster,”
he told a lanky youth who was coming
in. “Where’s your dad?”

“Around town somewhere,” Deputy
A. B. Brown answered. “What's up?”

“Something about a hat with a bullet
hole in it, lying in a field southwest of
Fairland.”

“Let’s go,” the sheriff’s son said.

The veteran deputy headed the cruiser
north, up route 29.

Along the side of the country road
a gap opened through a wire fence at
the corner of a cornfield. Auto tracks
led inward. Just inside the field, about
twenty-five feet from the road, lay a
gray hat. Near by was a large boulder.

Worland examined the hat.

“Is that a bullet hole, Len?” young
Brown asked. ,

“What do you think? This stuff on the
inside looks like blood to me. Another
thing—there’s no exit hole. I figure
there’s a body around here somewhere.”

Cautioning the young deputy to be
careful not to destroy the car tracks or
the jumble of footprints etched on the
frozen soil, Worland searched the vicin-

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Now he and Bear set out to find Kidwell and, if possible,

young Neal.. iy
Mi scest of denied all knowledge of the crime, so at the

uest of Captain Leach he was taken to Indianapolis

‘for questioning at state police headquarters. During the
‘tide to the state capital, he had shown great nervousness,
“and by the time he arrived at Captain Leach’s office, he
“realized he would have to tell what he knew.

“Kidwell said that he was sleeping in his Madison home
“about two o’clock in the: morning on Tuesday. Suddenly
“the dog began barking and there was a knock on the door.

+ A voice said, “It’s Vurtis,” and into the house came Neal
and another man whom Kidwell had never seen before.
His name was Hugh Marshall. They were carrying an
automobile heater.

“=I noticed some blood on Marshall’s shoe,” reported
Kidwell. “I said, ‘You and Vurtis must have knocked
~ somebody in the head.’ Marshall answered, ‘We got.a
guy at a stop light in Indianapolis and Neal shot him
sand we. threw him in the river.’ Marshall had about
«fifteen shells in a paper sack but no gun.

*) “I told Neal, ‘Take that heater out of my house—I’ve
+ been in trouble myself and if the law comes around they
“would get me on it’ Neal stayed about an hour and then
‘eft alone; Marshall left a short time later. I haven't seen
either of them since, but they had arranged to meet at 8

clock, Tuesday morning, In Florence, a little town that’s

about thirty miles east of Madison along the river.”
'

eee the police radio system was used to spread the

net and the manhunt was on. Detectives soon located
Marshall’s place of residence, a rooming house at 430%

East Ohio Street.
Thursday night the raiding squad surrounded the

- house and Lieutenant Roy Pope went inside. Marshall

and his father, who shared a room at the address, were
both there. Marshall offered no resistance, but pretended
ignorance as to the reason for this arrest. '

“Why are you after Hugh?” asked the elder Mr. Mar-
shall. And Hugh chimed in: “Yes—Why?”

Their innocence was beguiling-but Lieutenant Pope, a
veteran member of the Indianapolis police force,
answered young Marshall laconically, “I think you
know.” :

Later, as the ninetee -year-old youth was being taken
to headquarters, he broke down and said, woefully, “I

» knew they’d get me.”

At police headquarters, Marshall confessed that he and

ere?

DETECTIVE ah 67

Vurtis Neal had forced their way into Bright’s automobile,
making him drive in the direction of Shelbyville where
Neal shot him to death in the same corn field where the
hat had been found. The youth was ina bad nervous state.
He had already admitted to his father that he had been a
party to the wanton slaying. His father had been reading
aloud the newspaper accounts, describing the murder,
in the boy’s presence each day, little dreaming that his
son was one of the guilty.

Finally young Marshall could stand it no longer and
had shouted at the top of his voice:

“Stop it! Quit reading that paper to me; I know all
about that business; I was there. I helped to do the job!”

Marshall told police he had not seen Neal since they
parted in Kidwell’s home. Neal, he said, had taken the
gun with which Bright had been killed, when he left.

Again the radio alarm was broadcast: “Watch for
Vurtis Neal. Age, 22 years, brown hair; blue eyes; me-
dium build; five feet eight inches tall. Be careful; this
man is dangerous. He is likely to be armed with a .38
caliber revolver.”

One member of the state police force was finding out
that duty is at times very distasteful. To Patrolman Jacob
Neal, Vurtis Neal’s own uncle, was assigned the task of
picking up the bloody trail where it had apparently faded
out at Madison and bringing his nephew back to stand
trial for a particularly brutal and callous murder.

_ As Officer Neal began his search, information
that Neal was married and that his wife lived in
Indianapolis was relayed from Madison. The girl
was located and brought in for questioning. Mrs.
Neal said she had no idea as to her husband’s
whereabouts and had no desire to know. They
had been separated for several months.

Pursuing this line of investigation, police ques-
tioned a-girl, Mary LaFeverh, with whom Neal
had been seen on different occasions. She defi-
nitely proved that she had no connection with
the case. Asked where Neal was, she replied that
she didn’t know, but would like to get her own
hands on him.

“We were together several hours Monday
afternoon,” said Miss LeFeverh. “After Vurtis
had gone, I discovered that he had stolen $2.50
from my purse:on the table.”

Many persons were brought to headquarters
- during the day for questioning. Among these

were John Curtis Neal, Vurtis’ brother; Edwin
Childers, and Winfield Dale.
Dale, who lived in the same house where the

Marshal!s roomed, told police that on Sunday,.

January 3rd, Neal had accompanied him to his room,
where he had met Hugh Marshall for the first time. But
this was all he could add to the investigation.

Meanwhile, Officer J acob Neal, in the company of De-
tectives Meredith Stewart and Robert O’Neal, was in
Madison.

“Jake, if Vurtis is around these parts,” said Chief
Oliver Eaglin, “‘he’ll more than likely be over at Red
Stephanus’ place. Stephanus lives on a farm about 18
miles from Carrollton, Kentucky. The boy spends most
of his time there.”

Thursday night the Indiana officers and the Carrol
County sheriff, following Eaglin’s tip, raided the Ken-
tucky farm house, but Neal had left only shortly before
their arrival.

Theorizing that the young killer would return to the
house thinking the officers would not look for him again
in the same place, the posse repeated the raid the follow-
ing morning. They parked their car some distance from
the house and attired in plain clothes approached it
stealthily. The youthful gun- (Continued on page 130)

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ity. There were several large spots of
blood on the ground and weeds, most of
it near the boulder; but there were no
bushes or structure behind which a body
might be hidden.

“It might be buried over there in the
field,’ Brown suggested; but Worland
pointed out that the ground was frozen,
and that there were no signs of freshly
dug soil.

At the older officer’s order, they sepa-
rated. Worland took the road north-
ward to the railroad, a half-mile distant,
then back, searching the gullies on either
side. Brown did likewise south along
the road to that running east and west
by the Jones’ farm. But neither the
searching nor visits to several farm
homes revealed anything to explain the

"8 & trace of blood on the railing of Red
-. Mill Bridge (below) led to recovery of
. victim's body from river (scene, inset)

mystery of the bloodstained, gray hat.

Where would a murderer hide a body?
Possibly in the thick woods on the Hays
McFadden farm, a mile to the westward,
they decided; but an hour search there
netted them nothing. They headed back
to Shelbyville, taking along the hat.

As they entered the sheriff’s office, the
police radio was on, and Ralph Brown
held up a warning hand for them to be
quiet.

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BRIGHT, 5-5, 145, AGE 37; DRIVING 1927
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“What have you got there, Len?”
Brown asked, as the broadcast ended.

“Probably Bright’s
said, handing it over.

While the sheriff examined the hat,
the deputy told him how and where it
had been found, and of their futile search
for the body. Worland offered his opin-
ion that the hole in the hat had been
made with a .22-caliber bullet.

“By this tattooing around the hole,
I’d say that the gun’ was held close to
the man’s head, and that the bullet en-
tered his temple,’ Brown commented as
he reached for the telephone. “Even a
.22 slug in that spot would kill a man.
I’ll notify the state police.”

According to the broadcast, somewhere
between the Benjamin Harbison Phar-
macy, at 1740 East 10th Street, Indi-
anapolis, and William Bright’s home at

hat,” Worland

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INSIDE DETECTIVE

something like boils, but I wasn’t born
yesterday. Nobody like that is going to
live in my house.”

“What about Miller and Miss Girton?”

“They got to talking the day he moved
in,” the landlady continued. “Miller said
he was going to a dance on Friday night
—last Friday, that was—and asked her to
go. Alice loved to dance, so she consented
even though she didn’t know him very well.
I don’t know how he acted with her but
she told me the next morning that she
didn’t like him and wanted a key so she
could lock her door. I told her then about
those sores on Miller’s arm, and warned
her to be careful to disinfect anything he
had touched. That afternoon I asked him
to leave when his week was up.”

TREY were interrupted by heavy, rapid
footsteps in the outer office.

Kammeyer stuck his head through the door
and asked, “Can I see you out here a
minute, Chief?” He was excited.

Taylor closed the door between them
and Mrs. Kelly.

“Look here!” exulted Kammeyer. He
unfolded a wrinkled pair of pajamas. “Mil-
ler’s. And look at these spots!”

“Find anything else?” Taylor could see
that the detective had more to tell.

“IT found something that could explain
how Miller might sleep like a baby, even
though he had just committed a murder.
Chief, there’s a bottle of sleeping bromide
among Miller’s things.”

“All right, Martin, you find Smith,”
ordered Taylor crisply. “See what they’ve
found out about Miller’s actions and tell
them to be doubly careful not to let him
get away.”

“Aren’t we going to pick him up?”

“Not for a while,” Taylor decided. “Give
him a little more rope; maybe he’ll hang
himself.”

The captain cautioned Mrs. Kelly not to
mention this visit to police headquarters,
and allowed her to return home. As quick-
ly as possible he talked to the other boys
and girls, but they were unable to add any-
thing to what he had already learned.
They all concurred that Alice May disliked
Miller but no one would say she was afraid
of him.

It was almost eleven o’clock when Taylor
finished and sank wearily into a chair in
the detective’s room where Kammeyer was
waiting. He had worked tirelessly since
early in the morning, scarcely taking time
to eat. He passed a hand reflectively over
his now bristling beard.

“What next?” asked Kammeyer.

“Ts Miller in his room?”

HY ag

“Then here’s the dope,” said Taylor.
“We'll wait till he’s had time to go to
sleep, then we'll get him out of bed, drag
him over here and get the confession be-
fore his mind is thoroughly on guard.”

At 12:30 two detectives climbed the
narrow stairs and awakened Miller.

“Captain Taylor wants to talk to you,”
they told him.

“It's a heck of a time to get a man up,”
grumbled Miller. “But I'll do anything I
can to help.”

Miller entered Captain Taylor’s office at
headquarters and found himself facing the
entire plainclothes force.

“Sit down, Miller,” ordered Taylor
waving him toward a chair in the center
of the room.

“T’ve told you all I know about Zimmer-
man, Captain,” protested Miller. “I don’t
know what else... .”

“Sure. Sure. But you want to see the
murderer brought to justice, don’t you?”
Sarcasm fairly dripped from Taylor’s
words, “That's why you're here, fellow.
We're going to ask you some questions!”

Miller was the picture of innocence
offended. His mouth dropped open in an

Detective ~

expression of surprise, But the knuckles
of his hands, which had been clasped as he
sat talking, went pasty white under a sud-
den convulsive tightening of their grip.
Were these the murderous talons which
had clutched at Alice May’s soft little
neck? Taylor thought so, and he shuddered
inwardly at the picture. But his voice, as
he struck deep with his first question, was
cold and expressionless.

“Miller, how did you get those scratches
on your face?”

“Why—why, shaving, of course.” The
man was indignant, but there was a lint
of fear in his eyes.

“’ve heard of people shaving down, or
up against their beard, but never in the
direction of those scratches. You're clever,
Miller. You do things differently; even
such little things as shaving—and murder-
ing defenseless girls half your own age!”

“Tt’s a lie, I tell you! A lie!” shouted
Miller. “How about Zimmerman?”

FOR A half hour Taylor battered away
at Miller’s resistance. The lank Tech
student grew more and more nervous,
finally making no effort to hide his_ tur-
bulent mental state. The captain, watching
closely, decideti now was the time to put
on the pressure.

“Vl tell you how it all happened, Miller,”
Taylor snapped. “You lay in. bed. for
hours listening to Zimmerman and Alice
May. Through those thin walls their sub-
dued voices drifted to your ears, and your
perverted mind built an intimate picture
of what might be happening in the privacy
of that room. Perhaps they did pet a little,
but your filthy mind imagined far more
than that. You heard sounds, on the bed
—that would be the pillow fight Zimmer-
man described. You became more and more
excited.

“At a quarter to three, Zimmerman left:
What a chance—you could carry out: the

shameful plan in your head and lay it on:

this innocent youngster. No one would be-
lieve he had been in Alice’s room until
that unthinkable hour just twiddling his
thumbs. So, waiting until she had time to
undress, you went across: the hall and
knocked on her door. She opened it a
crack, said it was too late to come in.”
Taylor jumped to his feet. “You pushed
your way on into the room and... .

“How: did you know——?” gasped
Miller. He clasped a hand over his mouth
as though to push the words back in.
Carried away by Taylor’s oratory, he had
fallen squarely into the trap.

For .a long moment the room was silent.
Then Miller exhaled a sigh. “All right, I
guess I might as well tell you all about it.

“After Zimmerman left, I could hear
Alice moving around undressing. I waited
about fifteen minutes and then knocked on
‘ther door. I’ was dressed in my pajamas.
She opened the door a crack and said, ‘This
is a fine time to be knocking at my door.’
In spite of her protests, I pushed the door
open. She had on some kind of a robe, and
nothing else.

“We had been in one another’s rooms

before. She came into my room for help
on her studies, you know, shorthand and°
so on.
“We sat on the bed awhile and talked.
She said she was chilly and I remember
pulling the bedcovers up over her.”. Miller
faltered. He tried to cover. his nervous-
ness by apologizing for his disease, for
which, he said, he had been taking treat-
ments over a year,

“Get on with the story.” Taylor was

: losing patience.

“don’t remember much about it—I’ve
been trying to forget. Anyway, she fought
me. I remember I put a pillow over her
face. She knocked it away or wiggled out
from under it, sobbing, ‘You dirty pig,
you'll pay for this!’ I slammed the pillow

back on her—that
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this farm girl. New acquaintances parading across the diary’s
pages, her dates with different young men and, otherwise,
her eager grasping for life were described in glowing accounts.
There was no doubt about it—Alice May Girton had been
enjoying herself during her six weeks in Fort Wayne.

The diary was complete until Wednesday, the day before the
murder. In the last entry she spoke of a date with a Howard
Zimmerman the night before, and added that he was calling
for her again on the evening before her tragic death.

Captain Taylor paced the floor. “We know how Alice
May was murdered and that the motive was rape. The
jumble of fingerprints in the room tells us nothing and
neither does the bed or the girl’s clothes. Her own step-ins
crammed down her throat merely emphasizes the fact that
the murderer is a sex maniac. But Mrs. Kelly says she
heard no sounds of a struggle during the night. The key
is still in the door to her room, and she promised the land-
lady to keep her door closed and locked.

“Men, the murderer was an acquaintance of Miss Girton—
perhaps a close one—or he couldn’t have entered her room
without disturbing the whole house.. We’ll round up all the
girl’s acquaintances, boy friends and schoolmates; one of them
will be our man! The first man I want to see is Adrian
Miller, the student who has the room across the hall.”

“Maybe Miller is the one, Chief,” hazarded Kammeyer.
“After all, a single man and a young unmarried girl living
across the hall isn’t so good, especially when theirs are the
only rooms on that floor.”

“Maybe,” reflected Taylor. ‘But don’t forget, Mrs. Kelly
saw him sleeping soundly early in the morning. A murderer
might spend the rest of the night close to the body, but
chances are he wouldn’t sleep very well—not so well, at least,
that footsteps on those uncarpeted stairs wouldn’t jerk him
awake.”

Adrian Miller, a student at Indiana Technical College in
Fort Wayne, was escorted into the office a few minutes later.
He was a lank but powerful-looking man, with piercing eyes
behind thick-lensed spectacles, and a hint of premature bald-
ness. “You wanted to see me, Captain?” he asked.

“You live across the hall from the Girton girl, don’t you?”
began Taylor.

“Yes. I didn’t know she was dead until the officer came
over to the school after me. She was a nice kid, and I want
to do anything I can to help catch the filthy fiend that

14

killed her!” He spoke loudly and with considerable heat.

“So do. I” remarked Taylor wryly. ‘He was. silent for a

moment; then his manner changed and his voice burst out

in a’roar: “All right, why did you do it?”

Miller paled. “Captain!” he cried: “You don’t think I had

anything to do with this!” :

Captain Taylor watched him closely. “Maybe not, Miller,

but you realize you’re in a bad spot, don’t you? Tell me all

you know. Did you hear any strange sounds last night—

anything which attracted your attention to Miss: Girton’s
room?” ;

“Well, nothing out of the way,”

Miller said. “She had a- date

last night. She and her boy friend

s came in late, as I remember, and

went to her room. Probably

wanted to sit in the porch

swing—there’s an upstairs porch

with a door from’ her room.

Later in the night something

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awakened me, maybe a sudden noise: for all I know; anyway
I could hear them talking in her room. I lit a cigarette and
saw that my watch on the table by the. cigarettes said
quarter of three.” :

Miller’s expression suddenly changed. “Captain! I never
thought of it before but that must be your murderer. He
was the last one to see her alive!”

“Who was this man?”

“T think Zimmerman or something like that was his name.”

“Miller, how old are you?” Taylor switched the subject

“Thirty-one.”

“Married ?”

“Well, yes, in a way. I was married in South America bul
we separated when I came back to the States.”

“I see. All right, you can go now, but be where I can
find you.”

Alone, Taylor lit a cigarette. “Zimmerman again,” he wat
thinking. “First the diary says she has a date with the boy
and then Miller says he was in Alice May’s room at 3
quarter of three this morning. Guess we’d better have a talk
with that young gentleman!”

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helper. Captain Taylor could understand the diary’s glowing
references to the lad—any girl would haw appraised him
as handsome and clean-cut. The captain silently studied him
from across the desk and wondered. Zimmerman avoided
looking directly at the policeman, and wher he did he seemed
to peep from under half-closed eyelids witlcut raising them.

“Seems to be hiding something,” though: Captain Taylor.
“Having to wring a confession from a nice-looking kid
like this and then send him to his doom is the tough part
of this job.” Then the officer’s thoughts moved to the pathetic
little figure on the slab in the morgue and his expression
hardened. When he spoke to Zimmerman, his voice cut
like the teeth of a buzz-saw.

“What do you know about Alice Girton’s death?” he
snapped.

Zimmerman did not flinch, “Nothing,’: he said.

“Where were you last night?”

“Well,” the youth related carefully, “I called for Miss

home. And yet Zimmerman stuck to his story. Nor would
he change any detail as the day wore along toward night.

Taylor and his assistants dragged the story of the young-
ster’s past from him. He had served a sixty-day sentence
for larceny in Adrian, Michigan. About a week before the
girl’s death he had hitch-hiked to Fort Wayne. One of his
rides had been with Jack Moore, an itinerant stove repairman.
Moore had offered him his present job during that trip.

“When did you first meet the Girton girl?” pursued
Taylor.

“Last Monday night,” replied Zimmerman. “Tt was at a
beer tavern near her rooming house. She came_ in alone and
we—just started talking, sort of"

“And you walked home with her that night ?”

“No, we went over to Moore’s home. He’s my boss. We
played cards until late and Mrs. Moore asked Alice to stay
there all night, which she did.”

“Did you see her again before the night she was killed?”
asked Taylor.

“We were together again Tuesday night.”

“But—you didn’t kill her,” said Taylor. “Sorry, Zimmerman,
we'll have to hold you. Smith! Come here and get this
boy.”

When Detective Horace Smith entered, Taylor commanded,
“Take him to the lock-up.”

A short while later Detective Kammeyer came in. Taylor
was examining the picture of Alice Girton’s room, taken
while the body was still on the floor and nothing else disturbed.

“Zimmerman sign a confession?” asked Kammeyer.

Before the captain could answer, they heard someone enter
the outer office. It was Adrian Miller, who roomed across
‘he hall from Miss Girton,

“TI thought you were supposed to be in school all after-

noon,” Taylor greeted him.

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Girton about 8:30 and took her to a movie. About mid-
night or a little before we came back to the rooming house
and went up to her room. We sat in a swing on the upstairs
porch, just outside of her, room, awhile. When I left her I
went to my room on Berry Street. That’s all.”

“But is it all?” demanded Taylor. “Isn’t it possible that
before you left, you took advantage of this girl—and when
she tried to fight back, you grabbed her by the throat? And
to make doubly sure, you crammed her own step-ins into
her mouth?”

Zimmerman recoiled at this sudden broadside, but when
he spoke his voice was steady.

“No, Captain,” he said. “I know things look bad for me,
but Alice was alive, fully clothed and happy when I left
her. The nearest we came to violence was a pillow fight,
but it was all in fun, I don’t know anything about the horrible
murder or who did it—but it wasn’t me.”

To Taylor the case seemed near solution. Zimmerman had
left the girl at quarter of three in the morning, and at 8:40 the
landlady had made her ghastly discovery. It seemed incredible
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down. Zimmerman’s your man, I tell you.
He was in her room until three in the
morning and was the last one to see her
alive. Who else could have done it?”

Miller stared at them angrily for a mo-
ment. Then he turned and stamped from
the office.

The captain sat gazing quizzically at
the door after Miller left. “That fellow
seems almost afraid we won’t pin this on
the boy,” he remarked. ‘

“Why don’t we keep working on Zim-
merman, Chief?” demanded Smith, who
had returned from locking up his prisoner.

“Let him soak awhile,” answered Taylor.
“He may tell us more after he has time to
think. In the meantime there are one or
two things that don’t quite fit into this
murder.”

Taylor held up the picture ‘of Miss
Girton’s room again. “Look here at. the
foot of Alice’s bed. Nothing had been
touched when this picture was taken, and
yet there are her skirt and underskirt
neatly folded and laid over the foot rail.
Also look at her shoes—the stockings are
tucked neatly into them like a girl would
do when undressing for bed.
Alice took her own clothes off. And that
doesn’t seem to agree with a theory of
criminal assault ending in murder.”

“Chief,” spoke up Kammeyer, “maybe
this fellow acted like he was going home
and then, after giving the girl tirhe to un-
dress, forced his way back into the room.”

“Possible,” assented Taylor.

“What about scratches?” offered Smith.
“The Girton girl was healthy and strong
despite that withered arm. Why didn’t she
scratch Zimmerman’s face up for him?”

Kammeyer grinned. “Maybe Smith is
your man, He hacked himself up shaving
this morning.”

“Adrian Miller has a couple scratches
on his face,” retorted Smith. “And a man
would have to be mighty nervous to cut
himself that way with a razor.” .

Taylor cut in. “Jeepers! Wonder if he
really—no, he wouldn’t have murdered the
girl and then slept like a baby the rest of
the night in his room scarcely more than
ten feet from her body. Still . . . Kam-
meyer, you go back over to the rooming
house and look around again. Look
through Miller’s things for anything sus-
picious, but don’t let him know what you’re
up to. Smith, have a plainclothes man tail
Miller and make me a detailed report of
his actions. All right, get going. I'll talk
to those others now.”

N ANOTHER room in police head-
quarters there were some fifteen or
twenty boys and girls waiting—Alice Gir-
ton’s friends and acquaintances. With them
were Mrs. Kelly, the landlady, and Miss
Stella Hess, the house mother at the Fort
Wayne W.C.T.U. home where Alice May
had lived until a little over a week before,
when she had moved to Mrs. Kelly’s.

“Miss Hess,” said Taylor as that lady
entered, “I called on you because, for a
time, you had charge of Miss Girton. Tell
me what you know of her.”

“I think Alice really left us because she
wanted more freedom to make social con-
tacts,” said Miss Hess. “Her explanation
to us was that her family wanted her to
have a room by herself so she could con-
centrate better on her studies. At our home
she had two other roommates but they are
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trouble with their school work. I under-
stand Alice didn’t do so well at the start.”
“Did Alice have any enemies that you
know about?” Taylor queried.
“No. On the contrary, I think she was
popular with everyone who knew her.”
“Thank you, Miss Hess. Will you ask
the roommates you mention to come in?”
Rebecca Mitten and Jeanne Knapp were
two attractive students attending the same

business college as had the slain girl. Again |

Taylor asked about Alice Girton and then
let the conversation take its own course.

“Night after night while she lived with
us,” said Miss Mitten, “Alice would lie
around reading love stories. The rest of us
studied, but Alice was usually reading or
writing in her diary.”

Jeanne Knapp broke in, “She wrote quite
a bit about a ‘one and only love. I think
she was really in love with a boy back
home in Winchester, but nevertheless while
she was in Fort Wayne she always seemed
to prefer boys’ company to being with us.
But we all liked her even if she was a little
boy crazy.”

“Do you girls have any idea about the
murder? Was there anybody that didn’t
like her, anybody she didn’t like or that
she was afraid of ?”

“There was one man, a Tech student,”
declared Miss Knapp. And she went on to
describe an incident which had happened
a few days previous. “Some of the girls
and I passed a drug store and saw Alice
sitting alone at a table.

“Are you waiting for someone?’ I
asked. She said she wasn’t, so we sat down
with her and talked awhile. Alice was
telling us about her new rooming place. A
serious expression came over her face when

‘she mentioned the man who occupied the

room across the hall.

““He’s older than the boys I run around
with,’ she told us, ‘and I think he’s nuts.
He seems like a foreigner and sometimes
he comes across the hall and just stands
before my door muttering. He doesn't
speak in a foreign language but he raves
about himself all the time, or about South
America. One day I just slammed the
door in his face.’ She giggled as she told
us this, but I think she was a little afraid
of the man.”

“Did Alice May ever mention Howard
Zimmerman?” queried Captain Taylor.

The girls nodded. “She liked him.”

Taylor stood up, “You can go now. Will
you ask Mrs. Kelly to come in?”

Taylor, looking -at the elderly landlady,
felt sympathy. She had moved into the
run-down house only a short time before
the murder, and had worked hard, re-
finishing the floors and repapering the
walls with her own hands in order to make
it attractive to roomers. Now the house was
haunted by violent death. The new paper
was grimy with silver fingerprint powder,
and the floors were scarred by the tramping

feet of a host of policemen and newspaper- |

men,

“Mrs. Kelly,” began Captain Taylor,
“tell me all you can about this other
roomer, Adrian Miller.”

“I didn’t like him,” said the landlady.
“In fact, I had ordered him
Saturday.”

“Why did you dislike him?”

“It was just a little thing,” declared Mrs.
Kelly. “When Miller came to look at the

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room, he was apparently so particular |

about getting a clean room that I thought
he would be all right. Then he tore
my new wallpaper, carrying his suitcase
upstairs. Pure carelessness. He was very
untidy about his room. But that was not
why I asked him to move.” She hesitated.

“Go on,” encouraged Taylor.

“The man has a social disease.”

“What makes you think that?”

“He had ugly sores.on his arms,” ex-
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Miller turned to face the suspect, and
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years,” he said.

“what time was it again?”

“9:40, exactly.”

Batey leaped to his feet. “That’s a lie!”
he shouted.

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eased him back into his chair.

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went into an adjoining office. He closed
the door and offered the student a chair.

“Tt want to talk to you about this Leland
Batey,” he announced.

Miller nodded. He leisurely took out
a pipe and a pouch of tobacco.

“That letter of yours was swell,” the
detective remarked. “It had the right slant
on the case. Batey seems to be the man,
all right. He even has a record.”

Miller looked pleased at the compliment.
“J didn’t know about any of his past crimes,
of course. But I’m not surprised.”

“T believe he made some advances toward
the girl,”-Taylor went on. “Alice probably
told him to get out and he became angry
and killed her.”

“That’s the way I figure it,” Miller agreed.

“But we can’t get him to admit the mur-

der. There’s one thing that puzzles me,” .

the captain said slowly, “and that is how
the murder was committed. You see, there
were no marks on her body to indicate how
she died. I may not be able to break this
case unless I can confront Batey with a
flat statement of how he killed her.”

Miller’s brow wrinkled in thought. He
threw an arm over the back of his chair
and crossed his legs. He kept swinging one
foot back and forth while he puffed slowly
on his pipe.

After a moment of silence, Taylor said,
“He admitted they had a pillow fight but
he says—” :

Miller’s eyes opened at the mention of a
pillow fight. He leaned forward and
pointed with his hand. His long index
finger was extended dramatically.

“That’s it! That’s it!” he interrupted in
an enthusiastic tone. ‘He smothered her
with a pillow! Now you can accuse him of
the crime. You have it now!”

“Why do you say that?”

“The fact that he admits the pillow fight
gives him away,” Miller said quickly. “A
study of psychology will show you that. A
man committing a serious crime like this
one can’t get himself to make a total denial.
He eludes, in his own mind as well as in
his statements to you, the real confession
of the crime by making up a story that has
some detail of the crime in it. Here, it is
the pillow. Get it?”

“Maybe you're right,” Taylor remarked.

“l’m sure of it.”

“Well, I'll give it a try.”

Taylor went to the door and opened it.
It led to the corridor. Miller understood
that the interview was at an end.

“Keep in touch with me,” Taylor said as
he led the young student to the elevator.
“T’]] let you know how I make out.”

“I’m very much interested in the case,”
Miller replied. “It has some psychological
angles worth watching.” - ae ote

“we'll discuss them; if you have time,
drop in tomorrow.”

The elevator door opened and Miller
stepped inside. The detective returned to
his office with an enigmatic smile on his
face.

Late that night—it was 1 o’clock to be
exact—with Batey safely locked in a cell
pending further investigation, Captain Tay-
jor and his two aides, Sergeants Smith and
Kammeyer, left the detective bureau and
walked .to Mrs. Kelly’s rooming house
a block away.

Mrs. Kelly answered their ring, and Tay-
lor asked her if Adrian Millér was in.

“He’s upstairs,” she said. i

As quietly as possible, the three officers
climbed to the second floor. They found
Miller’s door partly open. Taylor stepped
inside. The room was in darkness.

Smith followed at the heels of his su-
perior and pulled out his flashlight, direct-
ing its beam on the bed. Miller was sound
asleep, his face turned toward the wall.

Taylor took the torch from his assistant
and walked quietly to the bed. There was
only the deep breathing of the student to
break the silence of the room.

The detective cast the light directly on
Miller’s face. Then he shook the sleeping
man’s shoulder. The latter blinked his
eyes a couple of times, then sat up.

“Who—who is it?”

“The police!”

“What do you want?”

“What time did Leland Batey leave Miss
Girton’s room last night?”

There was no answer.

“Come on!” Taylor ordered sternly.
“What time was it?”

“9 o'clock,” Miller breathed.

“I thought so,” Taylor commented dryly.

“No, it was 2:30,” Miller corrected. “I.

mean, 2:40.”

“You were right the first time.”

“No, it was 2:40,” the man in bed insisted.

“what time did you hear that noise?”

“What?”

“The sound you heard,when Alice fell.”

“It was after 2:00.”

“How did you know that she fell?”

“I didn’t—you said she did.”

“you know too much about the crime
for an innocent man, Miller,’ Taylor ac-
cused. “You knew she was smothered by
a pillow, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know anything about it,” Miller
cried, twisting his head from side to side to
evade the light. “I know nothing at all
about it.” ,

“When did you put that silk garment into
her mouth—before or after she was dead?”

“Before—no, after. Oh, I’m all mixed
up!”

“Then you are guilty?” Taylor asked
sharply. .

“Please let me alone.”

“Answer me! You killed her, didn’t you?”

Miller’s face was a picture of fright. He
seemed now to realize that, in his half-
awake state, he had made damaging ad-
missions.

The hapless student suddenly put his
hands to his face and began to shake with
sobs.

“You admit the murder, don’t you?” Tay-
lor asked.

Miller nodded his head slowly, his face
still buried in the palms of his hands.
“Yes,” he said a moment later, “yes, I am
guilty.”

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it.

For a time I lay in bed, listening. The
house was very quiet. Then, suddenly,
I heard a noise that sounded as though
somebody had fallen on the floor of
Miss Girton’s room.

I switched on the lamp near my bed,
got a cigarette and sat up for a time,
smoking. I was vaguely uneasy. .

Presently, I heard Miss Girton’s door
open. It seemed to have been opened
carefully. Then it was softly closed.

In the next instant I saw, by the
light from my room and from that of a
small lamp in the hallway, this Leland
Batey tiptoeing down the hall. He
went directly down the stairs, and I
heard the front door being closed a
moment later.

I thought his stealthy manner some-
what odd, but decided he had merely
tried to leave the house without dis-
turbing anyone’s sleep.

Just before I turned out my light,
I saw that it was 2:40. That was im-
mediately after he had gone.

There were several more paragraphs
before Miller closed with the statement
that he was willing in any way to help
with the investigation.

For a time Captain Taylor mused over
the message. Some of it seemed to be
helpful.

It was fairly well established that Alice
had sought out strangers as companions—
the kind who wouldn’t notice her deformed
hand. Herein might be a motive for the
crime. Perhaps someone whom she had
met recently had been repulsed by the
girl, after she had innocently led him on.

The captain leaned a little forward and
spoke to Batey.

“By the way, what did you think of Miss
Girton?”

“I thought she was a nice girl.”

‘Did you think she was leading you on?”

“IT thought she was interested in me.”

“Did you think she loved you?”

“I don’t know about that. It did look as
though she liked me.”

“But last night, you found out there was
nothing romantic in her interest in you.
Isn’t that so?” the detective demanded.

Batey looked puzzled.

“Last night you found out she only
wanted to be friends,” Taylor went on.

“She didn’t say so.”

“But that was the general idea, and you
got angry about it. You lost your head.”

“No, I didn’t get angry or lose my head.”

“You lost your head and killed her.”

“I did not kill her I tell you!”

“You smothered her with a pillow,” Tay-
lor said, ignoring the youth’s denials. |

“T tell you she was alive when I left the
room.”

“Well, we'll see,” the captain replied.
“I’m going to hold you until I get the
truth.”

With that, he telephoned Prosecutor C.
Byron Hayes, who agreed to get out a
warrant for Leland Batey’s arrest on the
charge of vagrancy.

The warrant was granted by City Court
Judge William H. Schannan, and the sus-
pect was held under a $5,000 bond. .

With these formalities over, Batey was
subjected to further interrogation. But he
still denied killing Alice Girton.

A: 7 o’clock in the evening, the police
clerk appeared before Captain Taylor
again.

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“Yes, that’s the place.”

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“Yes.”

“Did she invite you in?”

“No.”

“When did you see her next?”

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Tuesday nights. We went to a dance on
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“What about Wednesday?”

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quired.

“Yes, last night,” the captain told him.

“I called at her house about 8 o'clock,
and the landlady let me in. I told Alice
that I didn’t feel like going out, so we
stayed in all evening.”

“What time did you leave?”

Batey hesitated. “I don’t know,” he said,
at last.

“You don’t know what time you left?”

“Well, it was after 12 o’clock, I know.
But not much after 12:00.”

“What do you mean by ‘much’?” Taylor
demanded. “You know that it was nearly
three hours after 12:00.”

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sure it couldn’t have been more than 2
o’clock at the outside.”

“Now you’re coming up to my figure,”
Taylor declared. “As a matter of fact, I
have a witness that says you left exactly at
2:40. He saw you leave Miss Girton’s room
at that time.”

“He must: be wrong.” .

“I don’t think so,” the detective replied.
Then he turned to Sergeant Smith.

“Get the chief of police at Riga, on the
phone, and ask him to check on this man.”

Smith left the room and Captain Taylor
resumed his questioning.

“What happened while you were with
Miss Girton last night?”

Batey shrugged. “Nothing much. We
talked and she tried to teach me some kind
of guessing game, but I wasn’t good at it.
My mistakes made her laugh.”

“Did you have a quarrel with her?”

“A quarrel?” Batey inquired with raised
eyebrows. “We had a pillow fight, but it
was only in fun.”

“T see,” Taylor commented noncommit-
tally.

After a moment of silence, the youth
leaned forward and asked, “Will you tell
me what this is all about?”

“Murder,” the detective said.

“The young man rose slowlyto his feet.

“Murder!” he exclaimed. Then he cast
a quick glance around the room as though
he were looking for a way of escape.

Sergeant Kammeyer stepped to his side.

“Sit down, Batey!” Taylor ordered.
“You're not going anywhere.”
The suspect sat down slowly. “You

think I killed her?” he asked in a fright-
ened voice.

“Alice Girton was murdered sometime
after 2 o’clock last night.”

“But I left before 2:00,” the youth in-
sisted. “Alice saw me to the door and she
was all right then.”

The captain stared sternly at the nervous
young man. Sergeant Kammeyer also re-
garded the youth in silence.

“Believe me,” Batey finally said, “I didn’t
kill her”; and-he looked beseechingly from
one officer to the other.

Getting no response, the young man’s
gaze faltered, and he bowed his head. “I’m
no killer,” he muttered several times.

Finally Sergeant Smith returned.

“This man’s got a record, all right,” he
informed his superior. “The police at Riga
said he was arrested at Adrian, Michigan,
a year ago on a charge of larceny. He
was convicted and served two months.”

Taylor turned to Batey. “Is that true?”

The youth nodded.

“Any other convictions?”

Batey shook his head.

“We'll check that later,” Taylor re-
marked. “By the way, who started the
pillow fight—you or Alice?”

“I guess I did,” Batey replied.

“Why?”

“T don’t know. I didn’t hit her hard—
just a light tap with the pillow—and she
took up another and threw it at me. The
fight didn’t last long, and we laughed about
it afterwards.”

Taylor started to ask another question,
put was interrupted by the appearance of a
police clerk.

He held a large envelope.

“A young man left this for you, Captain,”
he announced. ‘He said you'd understand.”

“Has he gone?” :

“Yes,”

Captain Taylor ripped open the envelope
and found inside three neatly folded pages
of foolscap. He glanced at the. last sheet
and saw that it was signed “Adrian Miller.”
Then, dismissing the clerk, he turned back
to the first page and began to-read. The
note, in part, read as follows:

When I arrived at school this morn-
ing, I started thinking about the un-
fortunate death of Alice May Girton.
I wondered how I could help you in
its solution. :

I think the keynote is a psychologi-
cal study of the characters involved.

As you probably know, Alice came
from a small town and her background
was, in comparison with the city, rather
desolate. Hers was a sheltered life.
She was alone.

Even in high school, she didn’t have
a normal life. She told me that. She
didn’t have any friends or associations
with those of her own age and class.

The reason for this, I think, was her
deformed hand.

Its utter ugliness worked asa barrier
between her and a normal social life.
It set her apart. It threw her inward
and made her rely upon her own in-
ventions. She became a subjective, in-
trospective child. One could see the
effects upon her face. She always
Jooked a little sad.

She yearned for friendship. But she
didn’t find, it among her classmates
either at home or at Fort Wayne.

The association of mental equals was
not for her. é

She sought another -companionship
—strangers. With them, she found a
measure of friendliness.

In particular, this Leland Batey, an
itinerant workman, a man without her
advantages of schooling, but a good-
looking, free-and-easy type, met her,
as I have told you, in a café. He paid
no attention to her deformity “and she
liked him for that.

In a way, I tried to warn her against
taking chances with. strangers. She
laughed it off, and I made no more
mention of it.

Now that I have shown the back-
ground, let’s examine the immediate
circumstances of the case.

When Leland called last night, he
paused at my door on his way to see
Miss Girton. I noticed that he seemed
a little startled when he found me
staring directly at him.

Through the evening, I heard the
drone of their voices, and I know they
were still in the room when I fell
asleep. .

Sometime later, I heard a noise. You
know how it is when something wakes

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one man to another.

“Get on your clothes,” the captain or-
dered.

Slowly, without a word, Miller climbed
out of bed and began to dress.

At the detective bureau, he confessed his
guilt in the presence of the detectives and
Assistant Prosecutor Otto Koenig.

“I was in love with Alice,” he said. “I
fell in love with her the day she came to
live at Mrs. Kelly’s. She often came to my
room for help in her studies. But it was
only a friendly association on her part,
while I was mad with desire for her. She
cleverly evaded my attempts to show I
cared very deeply. ;

“Then she began going out with Batey.
I found she had known him before coming
to the boardinghouse. It made me angry,
furiously jealous. I tried to break it up by
telling her that he was a dangerous man.
She paid no attention to me.

“Then last night, he called again. I could
see them laughing and talking through the
open door. You have no idea what bitter
raging thoughts passed through my brain.

She had turned me down, an intelligent

man, for this—this transient.

“T determined to take vengeance on them
both. As the hour grew late, I planned my
course of action. The moment he left, I
would go to her and give her a last chance
to show affection for me. If that failed, I
would kill her and Batey would be blamed.

“You see, the others in the house knew
he was calling, but I would be the only one
to say when he actually had gone. I knew
the others would all be asleep.

“Batey finally left. It was about 2 o’clock.
I went to Alice’s door and knocked. She
opened it a little. She said, ‘What do you
want? It’s late.’

“That didn’t stop me. I shoved the door
open and went inside. She backed away
from me. She looked frightened. Perhaps
she saw the intention written on my face.

So I smiled. I didn’t want to alarm her—
she might scream.

“T said, ‘I want a showdown. I love you,
and this other guy doesn’t. I want a show-
down.’ ;

“She curled her lip and, with contempt
in her voice, ordered, ‘Get out of here!’

“I lost control then. I guess I went in-
sane. I shoved her backward quickly, and
she fell onto the bed. Before she could
utter a cry, I clasped my hand over her
mouth. Then I grabbed a pillow and held
it over her face. She struggled a little, but
soon grew quiet. I took the pillow away
and dropped it to the floor.

“Her body was on the edge of the bed.
Her head rolled a little. It startled me. I
wasn’t sure she was dead. I grabbed the
first thing that came to my hand and
stuffed it into her mouth. Then I saw it
was a silk garment of hers.

“Inserting the gag moved the body a
little. Slowly, it began to slide off the bed.
I was overcome with momentary horror
and let it fall. The noise it made fright-
ened me. I wondered if any one in the
house had heard it. It might incriminate
me.

“That’s why I said in my letter to Cap-
tain Taylor that I had heard a noise in her
quarters before Leland Batey had left. If
any one else mentioned it, I would be on
the safe side.

“Then I became frightened again when I
noticed that the curtains were not drawn.
I looked out and saw with relief that there
were no lights in the houses across the
street—my luck was holding.

“I turned off Alice’s light and left the
room. I washed my hands and face and
examined them for cuts. There were none,
so I went to bed and fell sound asleep.

“She repulsed me, refused to have any-
thing to do with me, without any reason—
that was my motive. I tried to incriminate
Batey by stating that that was his motive.

“Also, I thought my reputation as a
diligent student would divert suspicion
from me. I believed Batey’s itinerant life

“Number 17011, Spike Malone, who was to play ‘Sugar Blues’
on a hack saw, is not with us tonight!”

would serve to increase suspicion against
him.

“I knew he would have to admit staying
with Alice until a late hour. I reasoned
that he wouldn’t know the exact time. If
the murder were committed shortly after
he left, he would have no alibi to support
him.”

Miner paused for a time. He had been
talking as though he were reciting some-
one else’s story. Now, with a wry smile on
his lips, he looked up at Taylor.

“I guess I made a slip somewhere. I wish
you would tell me where.”

The captain lighted a cigarette.

“You made your role of helper a little too
apparent,” he explained. “The information
you gave me this morning at Mrs. Kelly’s
was sufficient. When you sent the letter, I
began to be suspicious. You seemed a lit-
tle too eager to incriminate someone else.
The trip you made to my office while we
were questioning Batey was the last straw.

“Furthermore, I thought about your
proximity to Alice’s room, your unusual
interest in her affairs and the incidents
that: passed while Batey was with her.

“As for a motive, it occurred to me that
it might have been you who was the jeal-
ous one—jealous of Batey and his long
visit with Alice.

“Finally, you revealed an extensive
knowledge of the details of the death. In
other words, you knew too much.”

Miller refused to talk when questioned
about the criminal assault. He signed his
confession and was locked up for the night.
The next day he was taken before Judge
Schannan, who ordered him held on a
charge of first degree murder.

Leland Batey, upon whom Miller had
tried to pin the murder, was released. The
charge of vagrancy was dropped, and the
young furnace repair man was adjudged
entirely innocent of any part in the crime.

Investigators subsequently uncovered
Adrian Miller’s strange background. At
nineteen, he had left his home in Racine,
Wisconsin, and had found work on tramp
steamers that carried him all over the
‘world.

At Philadelphia, he had shot and killed a
Negro whom—so he told the police—he had
found looting the stateroom of the captain
of the ship on which Miller was working
at the time. He had thrown the body into

_the harbor. Miller had not been held for

murder, but had been fired from the ship.

On the West Coast, he had been arrested
for. violation of the Mann Act, and had
served seven months of a two-year term.

In Peru he had obtained a job bossing a
gang of laborers, and there he had re-
mained for four years. Then, with baffling
abruptness, he had packed up and returned
to the United States. In Indianapolis he
had met and fallen in love with Alice May
Girton. Friends of the murderer later told
how, shortly before the crime, Miller had
said: ‘“She’s my anticipated wife.”

Adrian Miller was brought to trial for
the cold-blooded, premeditated murder of
the college beauty. Hard fighting, able Dis-
trict Attorney C. Byron Hayes presented
the evidence for the State. It didn’t take
the jury long to find the accused guilty,
and he was sentenced to die on August
16th, 1939.

On that day Miller was executed.

Eprror’s Note

The name Leland Batey, as used in the
foregoing story, is not the real name of
the person concerned. This innocent
person has been given a fictitious name
in order to protect his identity. Picture
of the perpetrator, Adrian Miller, ap-
pears on page 21. ;

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became friendly with. I have a hunch
psychology may play a big part in solving
this case, and I may be able to help you.”’

“Yes, yes,’’ said Captain Taylor,
“that’s very interesting. You’ve already
been most helpful. I'll get in touch with
you again if I need you.”’

Privately, the detective chief was more
interested in the dark-haired stranger
than in Adrian Miller’s theories about
psychology. The time of the visitor’s
departure from the dead girl’s room
matched perfectly with the medical
estimate of the hour of her murder.
Impatient to begin the hunt for the fur-
nace mender, Benjamin Morse, the offi-
cial left the rooming house and hurried
back to his office in police headquarters.
It was now late on that fatal morning of
October 10, 1938.

Captain Taylor had no address for
Alice May’s suitor, but if Benjamin
Morse hadn’t fled from Fort Wayne, he
shouldn't be too hard to locate. From the
entries in the victim’s diary, the sleuth
had gained the impression that the sus-
pect was a man who liked to frequent
the night spots. He had met the auburn-
haired beauty in such a cafe on Berry
Street.

The search proved simple. As Captain
Taylor had deduced, the furnace mender
was well known in the section. In fact,
he had been seen along Berry Street that
very morning. Before | p.m., the officers
had located their man, and they took him
at once to police headquarters.

Captain Taylor, his manner abrupt,
ordered the husky youth to sit in a chair
by the corner of his desk. The two detec-
tive sergeants stood behind the suspect
like twin shadows. The detective chief
studied his man for several silent
minutes. Benjamin Morse was tall,
strong, black-haired, sleepy-eyed — just
as he had been pictured. But his jaw had
a sullen and stubborn set to it. And right
now he looked a little pale, and he kept
biting his lip nervously.

Captain Taylor asked him the routine
questions. Bejamin Morse was 18, he
replied. His home was in Riga, Michigan.
He had been working in Fort Wayne only
a few months.

“Do you know a girl named Alice May
Girton?”’ the detective chief Snapped at
him abruptly.

“*Yes,’’ the suspect replied.

In rapid sequence, Captain Taylor
drew from the furnace mender confirma-
tion of all the facts he had already gleaned
from reading Alice May’s diary — the
circumstances of their first meeting, their

60

subsequent dates. Step by step, Captain
Taylor led the suspect on and then he
shot at him the question:

‘‘What time did you leave?”’

“I had a date with her,”’ Benjamin
Morse said. ‘‘I called at Alice May’s
house around 8, anc the landlady let me
in. | told Alice I didn’t feel much like
going out and she said she didn’t either,
So we stayed in all evening.”’

‘What time did you leave?”’

““Well, I know it was after midnight,”’
Benjamin Morse answered, with obvious
reluctance. ‘‘But it wasn’t much after
midnight.”’

“It was about three hours after mid-
night, wasn’t it?’ Captain Taylor
demanded.

“‘Oh, no, it wasn’t that late,’’ Benjamin
Morse protested. ‘‘I’m sure it wasn’t that
late. It couldn’t have been after 2 0’c-
lock.”’

‘First you say midnight. Now it’s 2
o’clock,’’ Captain Taylor pointed out.
“What would you say if I told you I have
a witness who can testify he saw you
leave at 2:40?”

‘‘He’s wrong, that’s all; he’s wrong,”’
Bejamin Morse cried. ‘‘I know it wasn’t
any later than 2.”’

In the manner of a man confident that
he could smash quickly through the pris-
Ooner’s flimsy tissue of denials, Captain
Taylor turned to Sergeant Smith and
ordered:

“Get hold of the police in Riga and
check up on this man. Let’s see if he
has a record.”’

As the sergeant left the room, Captain
Taylor turned back to Benjamin Morse.

‘“What happened while you were with

Alice May last night?” he asked.

“‘Nothing especially,’’ the suspect
replied.

“Did you have a fight with her?”’

Benjamin Morse seemed taken aback.

“Why, we had a pillow fight, but it
was only in fun,’’ he said.

“Did Alice May think it was just in
fun, too?’’ Captain Taylor asked him
grimly.

*“Why, sure, I guess so. Say, what’s
the object of all this, anyhow? What are
you getting at?’

‘“Murder!”’ Captain Taylor bit off the
word angrily.

Benjamin Morse staréd at the official,
unbelieving; then he scrambled to his feet
wildly, looking about him.

“‘Murder!”’ he exclaimed, as the truth
dawned on him. ‘‘And you think I did
it?”’

“Alice was murdered after 2 o’clock,”’

Captain Taylor told him. ‘Just about the
time you'say, yourself, you left her.”

“But she was all right then,’’ the fur-
nace mender protested wildly. ‘‘She
walked downstairs to the door with me.
I didn’t kill her. I didn’t, I didn’t!”’

He looked in despair at the flinty face
of the detective chief.

A few-minutes later, Sergeant Smith
came back into the room. He had checked
with the Riga police, and he had learned
that Bejamin Morse had been arrested
for larceny in Adrian, Michigan, a year
previously. He had been tried, convicted
and had served two months in jail.

“Is that right?’’ Captain Taylor asked,
looking at Benjamin Morse.

The tall, dark-haired youth nodded
dumbly, almost hopelessly, as if he
realized that even this minor record in
his past would make him doubly suspect
in the murder.

“Yes, that’s right,’ he said, shaking
his head from side to side, ‘‘but that has
nothing to do with this. I tell you I didn’t
kill Alice.’*

Captain Taylor was just about to ask
another question when one of his detec-
tives entered the room with an envelope.
He held it out to his chief, smiling a bit
tolerantly,:

‘‘From the Psychology Kid,’’ he
explained. .

Captain Taylor, his whole mind con-
centrated on shaking the truth out of Ben-
jamin Morse, almost groaned with
exasperation. Impatiently, he ripped the
envelope open, glanced at the signature
‘‘Adrian Miller,’’ and began to read a
lengthy document covering three neatly
folded pages of foolscap.

In this, Adrian Miller, the keen-
minded, Psychologically hipped
engineering student, had written in part:

“When [J arrived at school this morn-
ing, I started thinking about the unfor-
tunate death of Alice May Girton. I won-
dered howI could help you in its solution.

“T think the keynote is a psychological
study of the characters involved.

‘‘As you probably know, Alice came
from a small town and her background
was, in comparison with the city, rather
desolate. Hers was a sheltered life. She
was alone.

‘*Even in high school, she didn’t have
a normal life. She told me that. She didn’t
have any friends or associations with
those of her own age and class.

“‘The reason for this, I think, was her
deformed hand.

“Its utter ugliness worked as a barrier
between her and a normal social life. It
set her apart. It threw her inward and
made her rely upon her own inward
inventions. She became a subjective,
introspective child. One could see the
effects upon her fate. She always looked
a little sad. ie

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autopsy,’’ the coroner told Captain
Taylor. “I'll give you all the details as
soon as we know them.”’ H

Left alone in the room, the veteran
homicide officer began a minute examina-
tion of the dead girl’s belongings. Alice
May. he quickly discovered, had been
an intelligent and methodical girl. Her
high school report cards, which she had
carefully preserved, showed that her
scholastic marks were invariably high
and that her deportment had been
unvaryingly excellent.

From a drawer in the bureau, the detec-
tive chief drew forth a leather-bound
diary. Eagerly he opened it, hoping for
a clue to the identity of the dark-haired
stranger who had visited Alice May on
the night of the murder.

The early entries in the diary weren't
very helpful. They dealt with minor,
everyday incidents in a schoolgirl’s life
— occurrences in the classroom, the
movies she had seen with her girlfriends,
purchases she had made. With growing
impatience, the detective chief leafed
through the pages until he came to the

| last few entries and discovered the clue

for which he had h ped.

Alice May had confided in her diary
that she had met a dark-haired and hand-
some stranger. She had been dining alone
in a cafe on Berry Street when the young
man had stopped at her table. He had
introduced himself and had talked with
her. She had liked his manner and had
agreed to see him again. After that, the
diary recorded frequent dates. They had
gone to the movies and to dances; occa-
sionally, they had had dinner together in
town. The stranger's name was Benjamin
Morse, and he was a furnace mender
who, apparently, worked for a Fort
Wayne contractor.

There was nothing in any of the vic-
tim’s diary entries to indicate that she
had experienced the slightest premoni-
tion of danger.

Captain Taylor put the little black book
in his pocket and went downstairs to give
orders to the waiting policemen. He sent
one patrolman up to stand guard at the
door of. the murder room; he stationed
other uniformed men at the front and
back of the house. Then he ordered
Detective Sergeants Horace Smith and
Martin Kammeyer, his principal assis-
tants in major cases, to search the house
systematically on the slim chance that the
murderer had left some clue behind him.

With these routine details taken care
of, the detective captain himself then
walked into the living room where Mrs.
Carpenter’s two male boarders were
waiting. The landlady introduced them.

&

One, a thin little man in his middle 40s,
was Harold Lewis, an accountant in a
lumberyard on the South Side.

The other was Adrian Miller, a tall
young man with a keen, intelligent look
about him. He had a high forehead and
bright, alert eyes behind steel-rimmed
glasses, Wearing a zipper jacket and
smoking a pipe, he lounged at ease in
a chair,

““Gentlemen,’’ Captain Taylor told
them, ‘‘amurder was committed here last
night. Alice May Girton is dead. What
I want to know from you is whether you
saw anything or heard anything that
might help us.”’

The nervous little accountant, Harold
Lewis, spoke up at once. He said he had
gone to bed early and had slept soundly
all night long. ‘‘I didn’t hear or see a
thing,’’ he said.

The detective chief turned to Adrian
Miller, who, Mrs. Carpenter had told
him, wasa freshman engineering student
at Indiana Technical College in Fort
Wayne.

‘“What about you?’’ Captain Taylor
asked the student.

‘| think I can help you,”’ Adrian Miller
said, clearing his throat. ‘‘My room, you
know, is just down the hall from Alice
May’s. Last night, about 8 o’clock, a
young man called on Alice. I saw him
pass by my door. He was a tall, husky
fellow with black hair and drooping
eyelids.”’

‘*How long did he stay?’’ Captain
Taylor asked eagerly.

‘‘He was there all evening,’’ Adrian
Miller answered. ‘‘I went to bed about
1 o’clock,and slept for awhile. I left my
door open for ventilation, and when he
went out.down the hall, I awoke.”

‘‘What time was that?’’ the detective
chief asked.

‘‘Just about 2:40. I looked at my
clock.” %

‘*What do you know about this man?’’

**‘Not, very much,”’ said the alert youth,
shaking his head. ‘‘He’s been calling on
Alice almost every night. She told me
once that she had met him just a little
while ago. She never said much else
about him.” ~

Adrian Miller paused, hesitated a
moment, then added quickly:

‘You know, I’m quite a student of
psychology, and this case, psychologi-
cally, is most interesting. Alice May was
arather shy person — that deformed hand
of hers, you know. She was sensitive
about it, and I think you’ll find it had
a lot to do with the kind of people she

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the same dogged denial that he was in
any way implicated in the murder.

The investigation had reached an
impasse when, at 7 o'clock that night,
a detective entered Captain Taylor’s
office while the interrogation of Benjamin
Morse was still going on.

**That young fellow is back here to see
you again, Captain,’’ he said.

The official grimaced in annoyance.
‘Oh, the Psychology Kid,’’ he muttered.
‘**Tell him I’m busy.”’

’ The detective was turning away when
Captain Taylor, apparently struck by a
sudden thought, changed his mind. ‘*Wait
a minute,’’ he said. ‘‘Maybe I’ can use
Adrian Miller. Sendshim in here.”

A second later, the alert-looking stu-
dent, pipestem still clenched between his
teeth, strolled into the office. He smiled
when he saw Detective Chief Taylor.

‘Did you get my letter, Captain?’’ he
asked.

“I certainly did,’’ Captain Taylor told
him. **And it was a big help. You’ve
dropped in at just the right time now,
too. Is this the man (he waved a hand
at Bejamin Morse) whom you saw leaving
Miss Girton’s room last night?”’

Adrian Miller turned and faced the
dark-haired suspect. ‘‘That’s the man,”’

64

he said. ‘‘l wouldn’t forget him in a mill-
ion years.”’

‘‘And what time was it that you saw
him leave?”

“Exactly 2:40.”

‘*That’s a lie!’ Benjamin Morse
shouted, leaping to his feet.

Detectives grabbed the furnace mender
and forced him back into the chair in

. which he had been sitting during his ques-

tioning.

Captain Taylor, who had been watch-
ing this little drama closely, now bec-
koned to Adrian Miller. ‘‘Come with
me,’’ he said, leading the way to a vacant
office. ‘‘I want to talk to you about this
case. As you Say, it has some interesting
and unusual psychological aspects.”’

He waved Adrian Miller to a chair, and
the young student lounged in it easily.

“It certainly looks as if you gave us
the right steer,’’ Captain Taylor told the
amateur psychologist. ‘‘This fellow Ben-
jamin Morse keeps denying it, but every-
thing points to him. He even has a
record.””

Adrian Miller looked pleased at this
intelligence. ‘‘I didn’t know about that,
of course,’’ he said modestly, ‘‘but 1 must
say I’m not surprised. I never did like
the looks of the man.”’

i | saree you,’’ Captain Taylor
told him. ‘‘Now the way I figure it, he
probably made some advances to the girl
and found out he couldn’t get to first base.

When he persisted, Alice probably .

ordered him out of the house, and then
he became furious and killed her.”’

‘*That’s just about the way I see it,”’
Adrian Miller agreed.

‘‘There’s just one thing that puzzles
me,’’ the detective official confided.
‘*There were no marks on Alice’s body.
We can’t tell just how she died, and I
may not be able to break this case unless
1 can tell Benjamin’/Morse just how he
killed her — unless he knows that I
know.” | "

‘‘Gee, that does make it tough,”’
Adrian Miller said.

The student frowned and swung one
leg over the arm of his chair, puffing
slowly and thoughtfully on his pipe.

‘The only thing Bejamin Morse will
admit,’’ Captain Taylor said, ‘‘is that he
had a pillow fight with Alice, but he says
that was just in fun.”

Adrian Miller started at the mention
of the pillow fight. His keen eyes
brightened and widened. He leaned for-
ward excitedly and jabbed at the detec-
tive with his pipestem. ‘‘That’s it!’’ he
cried. ‘‘He smothered her with the pil-
low. Now you can accuse him. Since
there was no mark on her, it’s obvious,
he must have smothered her with the pil-
low.”

‘*That’s possible,’’ Captain Taylor
said quietly. ‘‘But, tell me, why did you
put the gag in her mouth?’’

‘*Because I thought —’”’

Adrian Miller answered unconsciously
— then paused in horror. His face paled
as he realized that, with those three
words, he had trapped himself.

‘‘Come on,’’ said Captain Taylor.
‘*You might as well tell me the rest of
it:

Adrian Miller protested. He balked. He
tried to take back those three words that
had slipped from his tongue, but in the
end he confessed, the victim of a detec-
tive who was himself an expert in practi-
cal psychology.

The motive was one as old as time and
man — jealousy.

Adrian Miller had fallen in love with
Alice, he said. ‘‘I fell in love with her
the day she came to live at Mrs. Carpen-
ter’s. She often came to my room for help
in her studies. But it was only a friendly
association on her part, while I was mad
with desire for her. She was my antici-
pated wife.*’

But it became evident that Adrian
Miller spoke only for himself, not for
Alice. The girl began to go out with Beja-
min Morse, and Adrian Miller was con-
sumed with jealousy.

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“She yearned for friendship. But she
didn’t find it among her classmates either
at home or at Fort Wayne. The associa-
tion of mental equals was not for her.

‘‘She sought another companionship

_— strangers. With them, she found a ,

measure of friendliness.

‘In particular, this last man she was
going with, an itinerant workman, a man
without her advantages of schooling, but
a good-looking, free-and-easy type, met
her as I have told you in a cafe. He paid
no attention to her deformity and she
liked him for that.

‘In a way, I tried to warn her against
taking chances with strangers. She
laughed it off, and I made no more men-
tion of it.

‘‘Now that I have shown the back-
ground, let's examine the immediate cir-
cumstances of the case.

‘‘When this man called last night, he
paused at my door on his way to see Miss
Girton. I noticed that he seemed a little
startled when he found me staring
directly at him.

‘Through the evening, I heard the
drone of their voices, and I know they
were still in the room when I fell asleep.

“Sometime later, I heard a noise. You
know how it is when something wakes
you up — you can’t explain much about
it.

“For a time, I lay in bed, listening.
The house was very quiet. Then, sud-
denly, I heard a noise that sounded as
though somebody had fallen on the floor
in Miss Girton’s room.

‘“T switched on the lamp near my bed,
got a cigaret and sat up for a time, smok-
ing. I was vaguely uneasy.

‘*Presently, I heard Miss Girton’s door
open. It seemed to have been opened
carefully. Then it was softly closed.

‘In the next instant, I saw, by the light
from my room and from that of a small
lamp in the hallway, this man tip-toeing
down the hall. He went directly down
the stairs, and! heard the front door being
closed a moment later.

‘‘| thought his stealthy manner some-
what odd, but decided he had merely tried
to leave the house without disturbing any-
one’s sleep.

‘‘Just before I turned out my light, I
saw that it was 2:40. That was
immediately after he had gone.”’

There were a few more paragraphs of
no great consequence to the letter.
Adrian Miller closed by insisting again
that he believed psychology was the key
to the crime and by offering to be of any
further assistance to detectives that he
could. .

Captain Taylor sat for several minutes

studying Adrian Miller’s remarkable
document. Here was a witness tailored
to a prosecutor’s dream, he thought. The
analysis of the crime written by Adrian
Miller was astute, and his observations
were detailed and convincing.

Once more the detective turned upon
Benjamin Morse and badgered him with
a barrage of questions.

‘What did you think of Miss Girton?”’
he snapped. ,

“I thought she was a nice girl.”

‘But you thought she was leading you
on, making sport of you, didn’t you?”’

‘*No, I didn’t. I thought she was
interested in me.”

“Did you think she was in love with
you?”’

“1 didn’t know about that. I just
thought she liked me.”’

‘‘A nd then last night you found out she
didn’t really feel romantic about you at
all, isn’t that so?’’ Captain Taylor
demanded:.‘‘You found out she only
wanted to be friends. And you became
angry about it. And you lost your head
and grabbed her and smothered her in
her own pillow. Isn’t that so?”’

‘“‘No, no, no,’’ Benjamin Morse
moaned. ‘‘I didn’t kill her. I tell you she
was alive when I last saw her.”

Captain Taylor sat back, considering.
He had attacked head-on, brutally, build-
ing up to a climax and watching each
flicker of emotion on the suspect’s face
as he described the manner in which the
girl had been smothered by her own pil-
low. This vital detail hadn’t seemed to
register with the distraught youth at all.
Benjamin Morse had disregarded com-
pletely the method of the killing. His chief
concern was in denying that he had mur-
dered Alice May Girton.

Practicing a little of Adrian Miller’s
touted psychology, Captain Taylor sat
back in his chair and whistled softly to
himself.

‘*All right,”” the lawman said to Benja-
min Morse at last. ‘‘That’s all for now.
But we’re going to hold you. We’re going
to hold you until we get the truth.”’

Next, the detective chief telephoned
Prosecutor C. Byron Hayes of Allen
County, and quickly made arrangements
to have the youthful suspect held on a
vagrancy charge. City court Judge Wil-
liam H. Schannan imposed $5,000 bail,
which Benjamin Morse could not raise,
and the prisoner was packed away in jail.
After a brief respite, he was brought back
to the detective captain’s office and ques-
tioned again, but he continued to give

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PUTNAM COUNTY, INDIAN \, . 231

alighted "PON the ground and walked Some two or three yards, Making dur.
ing the tine kind of Wanatural sound, when he Was taken undep the scaffold,
hoisted Up. the rope tied and there in the Presence of the requisite Number of
Witnesses the Unfortunate being \as suffered to hang Suspended by the neck
for the Space of thirty-three minutes, and until Pronounced dead. He did not
Struggle unusually hard and “pparently died aS easily as Most Of those who
atone for thejr crimes "Pon the gallows. After he had hung a sufficient length
of time, his remains were Placed jn a coffin Procured by the Sheriff, after
Which they were fonveyed by one °F two friends to the family residence of
the father near Manhattan,

“This unfortunate being to the last Manifested the utmost indifference
in regard to his future State, treating with scorn and Contempt the Ministers
Of the Sospel who called Upon him and endeavored tO point hin to that God
Who is ever Merciful to fallen man.. But all was useless, [yen on the mory-
ing before his €xecution, he used profane language and all the time declared
that it was NO use for hin to ask forgiveness for his evil deeds, for he had
committed none. It is due to Mr. Farrow. Our sheriff, to State that the acci-
dent which Occurred at the €xecution in the breaking Of the "Ope Was not the
result of carelessness oy his part, for, as we learn, he took the Precaution to
try the rope effectually before Selecting it for the Purpose, yet from some un-
accountable Cause it Droke.

“Mullinix Was born one ‘mile east of Manhattan, in this county ; was a
little past twenty-fiy-e Years of age: Was always a dissolute, disobedient char-
acter, as \el] While unde; the contro] of his Parents as afterwards. He was
Married to Martha, daughter of David Sublett, of this county, on the 10th
Of March last and on the Morning of Iriday, the Toth day of April ensuing,
he ‘put an end to her life. The free and unrestrained use of intoxicating
drinks, together with a Want of Proper parental] Control, it is saig have been
the main instruments in bringing Upon him the terrible fate Which has Just
been Visited Upon his head.”

To deal With or attempt to describe al] the murders and murder trials
Which have taken place in the County would Swell this Volume to UNjustifiable
roportions, nor Would any rea] food accrue from recalling a Subject so
stuesome and forbidding. But now that we have seen fit to notice that feg-
ure of our criminal] history we can not well Pass to other subjects Without
brief reference to What was, for Many years, the most Noteworthy and
tounding crime ever committed in the county,

On the Morning of January 7: 1861, the bodies of Tilghman H. Hanna
Ml Wife, Who lived In the Village of Groveland, Were found in bed foully

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234 WEIK’S HISTORY OF
bath morning weltering in his own blood. Doctors Preston and Illis were
called in and for some time it was doubtful whether he would recover or not.”
In about four days he had so far recovered as to be able to travel, whereupon
ile to begin his sentence. Several
years later, and before the close of the war, he succeeded in escaping from the
prison and was never seen or heard from afterwards. About nineteen years
ago his brother Noah was tried and convicted on the charge of having killed
Erastus R. Adams, in the town of Roachdale. He was also given a life

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murdered. The murderer had slain them with an axe, during the night while
asleep, crushing their skulls and otherwise mutilating them. Not content
with destroying his victims, the murderer had committed little acts of van-
dalism such as splitting into kindling wood pieces of furniture, ornaments,
ete. As no valuables were disturbed or missing, it was evident that robbery
could not have been the motive. The murderer or murderers had entered the
house through a back window and after their bloody work had deliberately
unlocked arid walked out of the front door. A memorandum book lying on
a table in the bedroom contained several vulgar and indecent sentences which
the murderer had written across one of the pages. One of the sentences was,
“T have done the deed—now G—d— you, ketch me if you ken.” Suspicion
soon pointed in the direction of Goodlow H. Evans, known as Harper [vans,
a young man about twenty years old, who lived in the community, and he
was promptly arrested and, after a careful investigation by James Shoemaker
and A. T°. Wright, justices of the peace in Floyd township, placed in the
county jail at Greencastle to await the action of the circuit court. Mean-
while two separate indictments had been returned by the grand jury for the
murder of Ilanna and his wife, upon both of which the prisoner had been
arraigned and plead “not guilty.” ‘Upon the call of the case for trial on
Monday, the 8th inst.,” says the Baumer in its issue April II, 1861, “the prose-
cution appeared by Willis G. Neff, prosecuting attorney, assisted by D. R.
Ickels and John Hanna; the prisoner in person and by Williamson & Daggy
and Joseph I. McDonald, of Indianapolis. A venire of seventy-five jurors
had been ordered from the south part of the county and now appeared. After
the examination of the latter, which consumed almost the entire first day, the
following jurymen were selected and duly sworn to try the case: Samuel
Gardner, Samuel B. Gilmore, John Trout, James M. Lain, Bunsle Hair,
Samuel Parks, Isaac Harris, Andrew J. Albright, William M. Walden, Henry
B. Martin, Jacob Hixon and Thomas Hinote. The examination of witnesses,
of whom over a hundred were in attendance, was begun on Tuesday. The
testimony pointed strongly to the guilt of the accused, the most convincing
circumstance being the writing in the memorandum book found in the room

“where the murder took place and which was proved to. be that of the defend-

ant. The court room was crowded to its utmost capacity during the entire
time by the throngs who watched the proceedings with breathless interest.
“The hearing of the evidence closed on Thursday evening,” relates the
Banner, “Yriday morning the argument of the case opened w ith a well con-
ceived and forcible speech on the part of the prosecution by John I{anna,
Esq., occupying the greater part of the forenoon. His was followed by a most

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ingeniously logical effort for the defense by the Hon. Joseph I. McDonald,
taking up the remainder of the forenoon and greater part of the afternoon
of the same day. The able and eloquent gentleman is certainly the greatest
master of the art of reductio ad absurdam it has ever been our fortune to
listen to—fully equal in ability to the author of ‘Historic Doubts as to the
I’xistence of Napoleon Boneparte’ and almost capable of causing one to dis-
believe the reality of his own existence could he but for a moment ignore the
broad and bare facts of daily life passing around him. Judge Ickels followed
in a most convincing and closely compacted argument for the prosecution,
occupying the remainder of Friday afternoon, and closing on Saturday morn-
ing, leaving no doubt, if any existed, of the guilt of the prisoner. Mr. Wil-
‘liamson closed the argument on Saturday afternoon in an ingeniously labored
and lengthy effort for the defense. After a clear and able charge by Judge
Claypool, the jury retired to deliberate on their verdict. About seven o'clock
Saturday evening, having been out but an hour or two, the jury returned their
verdict, ‘imprisonment for life.’ ”

All things considered, it was the most noted and memorable criminal trial
in the history of the county. The strongest lawyers at the local bar were en-
gaged and one attorney from Indianapolis, Joseph E. McDonald, afterwards
United States senator, was later added by the defense. Much of the credit
for the conviction was due Judge D. R. Ieckels, who led the prosecution. His
management of that side of the case was vigorous and unrelenting, displaying
great legal acumen and the most profound knowledge of English and Amer-
ican jurisprudence. During the trial the bombardment of Ft. Sumter took

place and, judging from the papers of the day, that memorable and historic

occurrence divided with the trial the public interest and attention. It was one
of the most exciting weeks in the history of Greencastle. At three o’clock
Sunday morning, the day after his conviction, Evans tried to commit suicide
in the jail. The circumstances are thus set forth in the Banner: “On the sec-
ond morning after the commencement of his trial Evans succeeded in secret-
ing a case knife (unnoticed by the jailor) by breaking it in pieces and shoving
it into the crevices of the wall. One of these pieces, about an inch and a half
long, he spent most of his time in sharpening on the stone in his cell. Some
time in the night he requested his guard to withdraw from his cell to the
entry adjoining, as he wanted to sleep. About three o’clock in the morning,
as stated, he got up and, holding a mirror in one hand and a bit of knife in
the other, he, after five attempts, succeeded in entirely severing the jugular
vein of his neck, from which he bled profusely, so much so that he soon
fainted. when the blood stopped flowing. He was found about 8 o’clock Sab-

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implement business in the: Spring, according to Mrs,
Bright; but he had with him on the preceding night only
a few dollars. 4 ae

“I can only suggest that you not worry too much,”
Captain Leach reassured the woman. “Just remember
that hundreds of people disappear temporarily every
year, but they usually show up with some sort of an
explanation.” ‘ es

Mrs. Bright went home, slightly comforted. But Cap-
tain Leach wasted no time in sending out a state-wide
radio alarm. Privately, he was concerned.

“Watch for William H. Bright, 36, of Indianapolis,”
the short wave radio announcement repeated. ‘When last

seen he was wearing a gray overcoat, gray hat, tan

shoes; carried a watch, a tie clasp, and a ruby ring.

Bright is five feet five inches tall, drove a 1935

model Pontiac coach with trunk on rear, license

number 86-864,” ,

As this alarm was: transmitted throughout In.
diana, being heard in a score of troopers’ barracks
and in cruising patrol cars, Captain Leach found him-
self wondering more and more what had befallen the

mild young druggist. Had he been robbed, beaten per-
haps? Or was it simply a routine “disappearance”
which would soon be cleared up?

The chilly morning wore,on without incident, but
shortly before noon Leach was advised of an unusual
discovery which threatened to rule out the less-sinister
possibility. In his opinion, it pointed to but one thing—
murder. : *

Vite:

NLY A FEW HOURS after Mrs. Bright’s worried con-
ference with.Captain Leach, the next episode in the
strange enigma of the missing druggist was being written
beside a lonely cross road near the farming communtiy of
Shelbyville, about 25 miles from Indianapolis.
There, William McClain, a huckster, drove his wagon
past the rolling fields of a farm owned by one Herbert
Jones. Suddenly, the peddler pulled his vehicle , to

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Descending from his wagon, McClain walked over to
the hat which seemed to be quite new and unsoiled by
the weather. It couldn’t have been there long. As the
‘huckster bent to pick it up he noticed a neat hole through
the band, but did not realize that a bullet might have
made that hole. i
“When he examined the hat, however, to search for
markings, he came upon that which caused him to drop
a it in horror. For the inside was smeared with blood, and
a fragments of human bone were plastered, near the hole,
to the inner lining!
“? Obviously these facts indicated only one thing. A man
had been shot through the head while he was wearing
es that hat. McClain did not pause to search further for the
a victim’s body, but ran at top speed to the nearest farm
house, and very soon afterward Sheriff Ralph Brown in
Shelbyville was hearing all about the peddler’s grue-
‘some discovery. :
«Events now followed with macabre speed.
Sheriff Brown left his office hurriedly for the Jones
farm, wondering as he drove along the rural highway
what could be the significance of the strange discovery.
r “At the same time, two farmers who lived near Boggs-
ie town, not far from Shelbyville, were proceeding leisurely
toward the Red Mills bridge—a modern, concrete span
~ which crosses Big Sugar Creek. ‘
»& Albert Woolman, one of the farmers, glanced at the

—@ yain-swollen torrent surging under the bridge and ad-

- dressed some remark about the possibility of a flood to
~his companion, Hayes McFadden.

> railing of the bridge. Nervously he reached out to grasp
“=Woolman’s arm, causing him to stop the car.
“Look there!” McFadden muttered. “It looks like red
Z paint on the railing, and on the ground, too. But it isn’t
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_ @ © “Good Heavens, it looks as if someone has leaned a heavy,

-@ “bleeding body on the railing before dumping it into the

stream!”

=~ Both farmers left the car and examined the grisly

“pools of gore which lay upon the roadway and on the

**yailing’s white surface...

4 “Took!” McFadden exclaimed suddenly. “Here

are auto tracks, and they evidently

scraped:their car against the bridge, be-
cause the cement is scarred here.”

“We'd better get in touch with the
Sheriff,” his companion said shakily.
“Come on. This seems pretty bad to me.”

State Police Captain Leach had just been
informed by Sheriff Brown of the discovery
of the sinister, bullet-riddled hat when he
learned of the even more eloquent findings
at the Red Mill bridge. :
Instantly he correlated the two discoveries,
linked them with the Bright case.
Despite the fact that heavy ‘rains had
swelled the stream into a swirling torrent, in

‘which a body might easily be carried for miles,

the officer ordered an immediate search of the

banks adjacent to the bridge for a murdered.
man’s body. Under Sheriff Brown’s direction,
dragging operations were commenced at once.

It now seemed evident to Leach that the
pharmacist had met with foul play—assuming al-
ways that identification would prove the hat found

in the field to have been his. But where were the
desperadoes who had committed the crime? Where

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was the car which Bright had been driving when he
- was last seen, nearly eighteen hours before?

This last question did not remain long unanswered.
The amazing murder trail of blood was augmented by
the third damning link even before Leach had left his
office to race toward thé Shelbyville district.

hr, Re HIGHWAY 29, the road to Shelbyville, is also
the direct route from Indianapolis to Madison. In
the little river city, Sebastian Sheets, a mail carrier, was
just leaving for work at the post office, Tuesday morning,
when he noticed a mud bespattered automobile parked
almost in front of his home on South East Street. He paid
little attention beyond noticing that both license plates,
the spare tire, and a tire carrier were missing. However,
when he returned home at noon and found the car had
not been moved, he notified police.

Madison Police Chief Oliver Eaglin was sitting beside
the short wave radio receiver at headquarters when the
telephone rang. He heard Sheets tell of finding a strange
car in front of his home, and promised to come out and
have a look.

Just after Officer Elmer Hanlon and Chief Eaglin left
the building, one of the various state police broadcasts

. concerning the missing William H. Bright began coming
through. Had they heard it, their suspicions would have
been instantly aroused.

At it was, however, they found ample evidence of a
horrible crime in the stripped car which had been left
like a monument of banditry in the peaceful residential
street. For caked blood stained the vehicle’s exterior!

The rear bumper and trunk were splotched with gore,
as if a bleeding body had been rested against the sedan.

Peering inside, the officers discovered additional evi-
dences of heinous activity. The carpet on the floor had
been removed, but a rubber mat upon the boards was
soaked with blood.

“A warm body must have been carried in this car,”
Eaglin exclaimed. “It must have bled plenty to have
soaked through the rug onto that mat!”

Hanlon nodded grimly.

“Gangsters must have used this car to take some poor
devil for a ride,” he muttered.

The sedan was towed to a garage and the locks forced.
Although it was at first feared that a corpse might have
been jammed into the trunk, that compartment, when
opened, revealed only the usual dusty interior.

On the floor of the driver’s seat, however, Hanlon
found twenty-five cigarette stubs, closely smoked as
though by a nervous man who was accustomed to econo-
mizing. Bizarrely, on the right running board lay an
Indianapolis street car token.

Eaglin was about to report the sinister Pontiac with ©

its cargo of bloodstains when he learned of the state
police broadcast regarding William Bright’s disappear-

ance. Immediately he realized that it was his sedan, that -

a ghastly fate had befallen the pharmacist. iy

When state police, fresh from their investigation of
the slug-pierced hat which had been found by the ped-
dler, and of the mysterious bloodstains on the Red Mills
bridge, raced into Madison, it was proven beyond a doubt
that the sedan had indeed belonged to Bright. Further
inspection also revealed that all fingerprints on the car
had been carefully obliterated.

A woman who lived near the spot where Bright’s car
was found, said she saw the machine drive up about 12:30

o’clock Monday night. Thinking it was only neighbors -

returning home she paid’no particular attention. Appar-
ently no one else in Madison had noticed the automobile
until the following morning. ?

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belief that its owner had been severely beaten, probably
murdered. The twenty-five cigarettes on the floor of the
car—inasmuch as Bright did not smoke—seemed to indi-
cate that more than one, possibly two men, had been
responsible for the crime. The cigarettes had been smoked
short—the unconscious habit of men in poor financial
circumstances. The usual tendency is for a nervous
smoker to take only a few puffs from a cigarette before
casting it away and lighting another. Finally, the finger-
prints had been removed from the car. Did this mean
that at least one passenger in the death car was known
to police, and had a prison fingerprint record?

In Indianapolis a rumor was started that the police
had found Bright’s body but were keeping the news quiet
lest the murderers become wary and flee the country.
This report was carried to the missing druggist’s wife
who, already fearing the worst, accepted the story with-
out question. When police called at her home, they found
he. making funeral preparations. When told that her
husband had not’ been found, her face lighted with re-
newed hope.

“Oh, then you think William may still be alive!” she
cried. . ;

But the officers could offer no such encouragement;
they could only say that they had not found his body.

To Indiana, the sunrise on Wednesday, January 6th,
brought little more than a cheerless opalescence. The
cold, rainy day in no way enhanced the grim task
which Albert Woolman, John Kirkham, Jerry
Shaw, and Warren Johnston were undertaking.

They had assembled a crude grappling outfit and
were now dragging Big Sugar Creek just below
the Red Mills bridge, in search of Bright’s body.

Sergeant Frank Gallagher, of the Indianapolis _- Trapped
- trail of blood, —
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police force, arrived shortly after noon with the

city grappling equipment, and thus reinforced, aK

the searchers combed the creek bottom anew.

Suddenly one of the men shouted, “I think my
hook dragged over something!”

The boat crossed and re-crossed the spot be-
fore the hook finally took a firm hold on the sub-
merged object. ‘

A crowd of people gathered on the bank as the
boat approached dragging its heavy burden.
Among those anxious spectators were Arthur
Bright, the pharmacist’s brother, Lyman Stahl
and Paul Bailey.

As they neared the bank, the boat crew man-
aged to bring their weighty catch to the surface.
It was the body of a man!

HE CORPSE was completely clothed even to the

heavy overcoat and gloves, But it was grotesquely
twisted and a tragic expression of fear had been frozen
upon the victim’s features. As if to defend himself against
a murderous blow, one of the man’s arms was extended
upward, the fingers ‘bent in a stiff, claw-like gesture.

The spectators on the river bank recoiled instinctively
as the grisly find was dragged above the surface of the
water, and as it lay, statue-like, upon the ground none
could look upon it except with a sense of horror. Only.
Arthur Bright rushed forward. In'a moment he turned
away.

-“That is my brother, William,” he announced sadly.

Removed to an Indianapolis mortuary, an autopsy upon
the body was commenced immediately by Deputy Cor-
oners E, R. Wilson and Frank Ramsey. They found
that four bullets had ripped into the skull of the unfortu-
nate pharmacist. Fired from close range they had blasted
his life away only a short time before his watery burial,
it was determined. The shooting apparently had taken
place early Monday night. It was also discovered that

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whatever money Bright had carried had been taken from

him, though the murderers had unaccountably left his”

valuable ring and tie clasp,“ (het:

The frugal smoking of the cigarettes and the strip ing
of even the heater from Bright’s car seemed to establish
the slayers as petty crooks. No attempt had been made
to cover their trail and the machine had been left where
it would be discovered in a minimum of time. Would a

person stupid enough to leave such a trail not also make’.

the mistake of driving to the vicinity of his home or that
of relatives? at

Captain Leach and his assistants began sifting the
police files for records of men from the Madison district,
Their tentative description identified the killer as one
who evidenced little or no intelligence in his activities,
Almost a score of likely names were tabulated and the
state police plunged into the task of checking recent
movements of this preferred list of suspects. :

One man, it was found, seemed to fit in with this crime
better than all the rest. His name was Vurtis Neal. This
Madison youth had finished a sentence for’ petty larceny
only a few months before. His record showed a career
studded with chicken stealing, breaking into parked
automobiles, and in one instance the theft of a child’s toy.

“Vurtis Neal would probably do a job like this,” Chief
Eaglin told his aides in the Madison police station, “but
he isn’t in any of his usual hang-outs.” ;

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He was interrupted in his discussion of the case by the
arrival in the station of a young woman who bore un-
mistakeable signs of agitation. bs

“I am Mrs. Wilber Kidwell,” she said. “I think you
know my husband.”

“Yes, I know him,” smiled the police chief wryly. He
knew him well, as one of the town’s bad boys whom he
had arrested not so long ago.

“It’s about that blood-stained automobile you found
today,” Mrs, Kidwell. said. “Oh, Wilbur had nothing to
do with it,” she added quickly when she saw Eaglin’s
expression quicken, “But the two fellows that brought.
that car here were at our house Tuesday morning about
two o’clock, I think they beat up some man. Wilbur
wouldn’t come to you, so I did, because I don’t want him
to be blamed for something he didn’t do. I don’t know
one of the men, but the other one married my sister—he
is Vurtis Neal!” a

Patrolman Robert K. Gorman had been dispatched to
the Madison area by Captain Leach to aid Chief Eaglin

and Sheriff Leslie Bear in their search for further clues,: -

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strangled and criminal-
ly attacked business
college student lay.

The victim, Miss
Alice May Girton,
right, had been
strangled by her at-
tacker. But police
quickly brought in
ex - convict Adrian
H. Miller, left, for
questioning. Later
the officers said he
confessed to the
shocking crime.


MILLER, Adrian,

Crimes
Alice May

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of Malignant Love

Girton and the Wandering Rapist

Alice May Girton: Why was she not safe even in the privacy of her bedroom
in which Doctor B. W. Rhamy is shown searching for clews to her slaying?

By Richard Hoyt

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N° MENACE to his fellow humans is potentially more dangerous than the
syphilitic. And the threat is more widespread than we suppose. The danger
is lessened only when the syphilitic is undergoing the rigid clinical treatment
prescribed by science and has retained sanity to the point of cooperating in a
cure, This holds true even for the.inmates of institutions. Syphilitic prisoners
have been known to go berserk and commit murder. What, then, of the vast
multitudes of untreated, disease-tainted subjects who, move unrestrained in
Society today? ;

By far the most dangerous. type is the chronic drifter, prodded by
melancholia and fear complexes into roaming the earth in search of new
sensations. A venereally infected person of this sort loses the last shreds of
decency. He ravages the innocent, then flees—until at last he perpetrates some
major horror, and the consequences overtake him before he can escape. The
notorious case of Albert Walter, the San Francisco strangler, described in this
series in the issue of February, 1938, is an example of what I mean. Another

has now broken, under equally heinous conditions. ~

I cannot understand how Society can be so purblind as to allow dubious
characters to’ mix in the life of a. community without checking up on them,
morally and physically. .A stranger comes along and wants to enroll in a
school, or take a job in a factory.. What do his new neighbors know about
him?. He may be a fugitive from: justice, or have a communicable disease.
Such persons have. found easy methods. to falsify routine references. But the
police should have the right to. make these. persons fill out questionnaires under
oath. Health officers should be: empowered legally to give them examinations,
including blood tests."' oye ;

In some States, restaurant workers and domestic servants do have to pass
a‘ medical inspection.“ The system: should be extended to virtually all callings,
and certainly ought to’be applied. to the acceptance of any stranger, anywhere.
The magnificent campaign now being waged against syphilis and gonorrhea by
Surgeon General Thomas Parran is accomplishing wonders, So long as it de-~
pends upon the voluntary registration of sufferers, however, it will fall short of
maximum success. A compulsory census of the tainted must be the next step.

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Expert in Psychopathic Crime Research

WILD-EYED woman rushed

into Police Headquarters at

Fort Wayne, Indiana, at 8:40
a.m. last October 13. She was coatless,
hatless, her hair streaming. It took
Lieutenant Fred Knight several min-
utes to learn her name and pin down
her disjointed accounts of a horror that
had been perpetrated. She was Mrs.
Lillian Kelly of No. 922 South Lafay-
ette Street. A seventeen-year-old girl,
Alice May Girton, who lived in her
house, was dead and probably crim-
inally attacked.

Knight then grabbed the_ inter-
department phone and gave: instruc:
tions for a squad car to proceed to the
Lafayette Street address. He took Mrs.
Kelly by the arm and steered her to
the office of Captain of Detectives John
Taylor. She had calmed down con-
siderably. To ‘Taylor she identified
Miss Girton as a student at the Inter-
national Business College, who had
come to her home as a lodger only
the past week. ar

“Alice had the front room upstairs,”
declared Mrs. Kelly. “She was up late
last night.. When she didn’t leave the
house at 8:30 this morning to go to

school, like she always did, I wondered .

what was the matter. You see, she
was such a cute little girl, and she had
a crippled arm. I took a special inter-
est in her. So I went to her room to

DETECTIVE STORIES OF WOMEN IN CRIME, January,

awaken her. She didn’t answer my
knock on the door. I tried the handle
and I walked in, and—oh!—there she
was on the floor, Captain. It was hor-
rible. Then I came down here as fast
as I could. It’s only three blocks.”
Captain Taylor summoned Detective
Sergeant George Swain, and the two
men accompanied the landlady to her
home. A small crowd already had
gathered outside the rooming-house,
drawn by the presence of a squad car.
Motor Patrol Officers Robert Moore
and Eugene Bouchard had been near
by when the radio alarm reached them,
had dashed to the scene and made a
preliminary investigation. Both were

‘inside when the Headquarters men-

arrived. .

141T LOOKS like homicide,” Moore
announced. “There’s a big wad of ~
some sort of cloth in the girl’s mouth.
Her chin is bruised. She’s_ mighty
small, Captain, mighty small. She
couldn’t have put up much of a fight.”
Sergeant Swain took some notes, and
then he and Taylor went upstairs.
Mrs. Kelly stayed below. ‘One glance
inside the room and the Captain knew

‘that there had been foul. play of ‘the
‘vilest -.description;

The ~ vittim. ‘lay
face down beside the bed, her arms
akimbo beneath her and her legs
sprawled apart. She was nude. The

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1939.

oth in her mouth was one of her
yn undergarments, which had been
1oved far down her throat, with only
tag end of cloth protruding. Her
ngue had been forced back, cutting
f her breath and causing strangula-
mm. She had received a stiff blow on
e jaw. Presumably she had been
1ocked unconscious, then gagged and
olated. Any assailant could have
‘aten her down with one hand. She
as only four feet ten inches tall, and
sighed but 90 pounds.

Taylor made a hasty search for evi-
dence pointing to the identity of the
slayer, found none and returned to the
first floor. He phoned for two addi-
tional detectives, Sergeants Horace
Smith and Martin Kammeyer. Await-
ing their arrival, he questioned the
landlady anew.

Mrs. Kelly stated that the dead Alice
May Girton and Adrian H. Miller, who
lived across the hall from Alice, were
her only roomers. Alice had come to
her the previous week from the

ow Many Others Like This Innocent
ort Wayne, Indiana, Schoolgirl Must
e Sacrificed Before Crime from This

sidious Disease Is

Until the disease scourge is wiped out, scenes like this in Alice May Girton’s bedroom will be repeated.

Stamped Out?

W. C. T. U. Girls’ Home. She had
been a ward of the State, because of
her defect. Her right arm could not
be raised without the assistance of the
other arm, and the cost of her school-
ing at business college was being paid
from public funds.

The girl liked company. She had
had engagements almost every night,
and with different boys. Mrs. Kelly
did not know the names of her ad-
mirers; the time had been too short
for her to get acquainted with any of
them. She admitted that the boys
went up to Alice’s room after they
brought her home, and that sometimes
they stayed pretty late. But she was
confident that there had been “nothing
wrong.” Alice was a nice girl.

‘Did you hear suspicious sounds in
her room last night?”

“There was a little noise, but I sup-
posed she was tap-dancing and I didn’t
think anything of it.”

“Did she have a visitor?”

“I believe so. She came in around
midnight, and it sounded like two pair
of footsteps tiptoeing up.”

“Do you know when the visitor
left?”

“No. I was asleep.”

Taylor switched to the subject of
Adrian Miller, learned that he was
studying engineering at Indiana Tech-
nical»College. Miller, a man around
30, had roomed with Mrs. Kelly a
couple of months. He was not a.native
of Fort Wayne. She thought he came
from California. He was a quiet fel-
low. Taylor thought it odd that Miller
shouldn’t have raised an alarm during
the night, since he slept a few feet
from the girl’s room.

After police photographs had been
taken, the body of: Miss Girton was
removed to an undertaking parlor for
a post mortem ‘examination, Captain
Taylor sent Kammeyer to: pick. up

4

Victim of the most callous of killers,
Alice May Girton was gagged and
choked with her own undergarments

What is the remedy?

Miller, assigned Smith to remain at
the lodging-house and went back to

Headquarters,

Miller was found painting radiators
at the Technical College. He was
forced to work part time, he said, to
take care of his board. An uncle in
Racine, Wisconsin, was paying his
tuition fees. He appeared to be gen-
uinely surprised and shocked when in-
formed that Alice May Girton was

dead.

“She was a sweet kid; from Win-
chester, downstate, she told me,” he
declared, shaking his head. “I used to

help her with her studies sometimes,
I took her to a dance last Friday night.
We had a lot of fun.”

Miller volunteered to help in. every
Possible way, furnished the names of
men whom he had introduced to the
girl at the dance. He willingly ' ac-
companied Kammeyer to the nearest
police station and made a formal state-
ment.

“I didn’t sleep very well last night,”
he said. “Not when I first went to
bed, anyway. Just lay around half
awake, and dozing at times, I smoked

a lot, but that didn’t seem to do any,

good. About midnight or so I heard
Alice and a man come in. They were
together for a long time, until a quar-
ter to two, I figure. They were laugh-
ing plenty. I fell asleep pretty soon
after the man left and I didn’t hear
anything more at all.”

“Did you recognize the man’s voice?”

“No. Nor catch a glimpse of him.
z haven't the least idea who he
was.’

The dancing partners mentioned by

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Miller were interrogated, but
furnish alibis. Miss Girton’s fellow
at the business school had
They gave the
racter; said she
n men, but not
She had told them

dead girl a good cha
had been interested j
abnormally so.
about having had
number of young fellows
class around town,

scrutinized the h
Street carefully
outside Alice’s win
indicate that the a

ouse on Lafayette
here was a porch
dow, but nothing to
ttacker had used it

to gain entrance. There had been no
ry at the start. It was reasonable

assume that the girl had known the
him in. When he made
had repulsed him and
without warning,

LICE’S diary was discovered. It told
g terms of a man named
ad met two nights
e to a beer parlor
ger had annoyed her,
tting at the next table
er predicament and invited her
in them. Shortly afterwards How-
as introduced to her,
st sight. They
e rest of the evening to-
seen each other the fol-
and had made a date on
e girl was slain. At once
ime a prime police wit-
hat was his last name?
mes were given in Alice’s

advances she

before. She had gon
alone. A stran
‘but a couple si

came in and w

ness. But w

little of importance in

Miller’s room. The ashtrays were

filled with cigarette butts, His paja-
mas showed stains, but these were not
conclusive. Smith seized the paja-
mas, the sheets from Alice’s bed and
the rug on which her body had lain.
These articles were to be given labora-

tory tests.

At noon Miller looked in at Head-
quarters of his own accord. He said he
had just remembered that Alice’s visi-
tor had an unusually low voice and a
laugh that “rippled.” He then started
back to the lodging-house, to change

clothes for afternoon classes,

Bed linen and other pieces of ma-

Howard Zimmer.
man: His affection
was healthy, clean

terial evidence had been placed in the
hallway, preparatory to shipment to
the police laboratory. Miller’s paja-

The Sergeant wondered that he
should say nothing about the confis-
cation of his night garments. It would
have been normal for a citizen un-
familiar with police procedure to com-
plain, or at least to ask questions. The
more Smith dwelt on the point the
stronger became his feeling that Mil-
ler’s conscience was not clear. He
reached a sudden decision.

“T'll be taking you to Headquarters
right away,” he said.

“Why, I just came from there,” Mil-
ler answered.

“All the same, they want to talk to
you some more,”

Adrian Miller, left:
His love could be
nothing but a curse

ed

“Okay. Wait till I’m dressed,”

The two men went to Captain Tay
lor's office, where Smith drew his chic
aside and voiced his suspicions. It we
decided to make Miller repeat his stor
from the beginning. He did so cool];
without serious discrepancies.

T# trail was growing colder ever,
minute. Miller had not cleared him
self fully, but there was little to indi
cate him as the killer. Practically n
struggle had occurred in the deat)
room. The police felt after thoroug]
investigation that a man could havi
slept through it easily enough.
They concentrated ‘on finding the
escort with whom Alice Girton hac
spent her last evening. It was almos:
certain that he was the “Howard’
mentioned in her diary. Yet for many
hours it proved impossible to complete
the identification. A canvass of beer
parlors was made, in the hope of lo-
cating the one where he had been in-

troduced to Alice. He might be a
regular habitue.

Early in the afternoon Doctor B. W.
hamy completed an autopsy on the

girl’s body, in the presence of Prose-'
cutor C. Byron Hayes. He reported
that there had been criminal assault,
with indications of more than one sex
attack. Death had been the result of
strangulation and had occurred at
about 3 a.m.

The obliging Miller wrote a three-

page letter during the afternoon, sum-
ming up his previous testimony with
a few added details, and sent it to
Headquarters, He appeared in person
at five o’clock, to ask, “What’s new?”
He was very cooperative. But the
police were not interested in him for
the moment. They had found the right
beer parlor, had learned that “How-
ard’s” last name was Zimmerman, that
he dropped in often,

Sergeants Smith and Kammeyer

grabbed Zimmerman there shortly af-
ter supper.

“Come along,” Smith said. “We're

taking you downtown, to ask you a
few questions.”

‘Wh—what’s the idea?” Zimmer-

man stammered. “I haven’t done any-
thing.”

“We'll see about that.”
The prisoner was placed in a squad

car. He did not say another word un-
til he was seated in the Detective

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who had molested her? Taylor's questions went in vain.
No man had been seen around the Home tholesung any
of the girls who lived there.

There was one clue that the keen-eyed detective
pounced upon as a dead certainty: the victim had known
her slayer for she had allowed him to enter her room.
Was it this man, Fred, whom Miller had mentioned?
Tf so, how had he eluded the dragsnet that had brought
in the other youths and girl companions? There was
something decidedly queer here.

Sgt. Kammeyer had returned to the rooming-house.
He had been doing a bit of investigating. He noted that
there was a small porch upstairs that led to the victim’s
room. Investigation proved that the slayer did not go
into the room in this manner. Both door and window
were locked tightly. Mrs. Kelly stated that the girl
had always turned the lock to her door.

He continued his search into the room of Adrian Mil-
ler. The ashtrays were filled, but this only bolstered the
man’s story that he had been smoking excessively the
night of the slaying. There were stains on the crumpled
pajamas which meant nothing at all. However, leaving
nothing to chance, Kammeyer, together with Sgt. Smith,
took the sheets from the victim’s bed, the rug upon
which she was found and Miller’s pajamas preparatory
to having laboratory tests made.

At the police station, Miller dropped in for a few brief
moments. He remembered that Miss Girton’s caller had
an unusually low voice, husky in quality and that he
had an odd, robust laugh. All this was jotted down, and
Miller‘went back to his room where he found Kammeyer
and Smith inspecting the pajamas, rug and bed sheets.
His eyes alighted upon the pajamas and he smiled
slightly.

“What are you doing with my pajamas?” he de-
manded.

“Just checking them over,’
objections?”

“Go right ahead,” answered Miller and he went to a
clothes closet to change clothing for an afternoon class.

Sgt. Kammeyer stared at Miller’s broad back for sev-
eral minutes, then nodded slightly to his companion.

“Snap into it, Miller,” he said suddenly. ‘You’re
coming down to the police station with us right away!”

Miller, just pulling on his trousers, stopped and con-
templated the two men. He had ceased to smile. There
was an odd look in his slate colored eyes.

“T just came from there a few minutes ago,” he said
finally.

“Just the same, there are a few questions they want
to ask you,” persisted Kammeyer.

Miller shrugged. He began to whistle softly as he
finished dressing. A few minutes later, the trio was
back at headquarters. Sgt. Kammeyer took Miller di-
rectly to Captain Taylor’s office where he drew his su-
perior aside.

“There’s something funny about this Miller, Captain,
he said. “He came. home while Smith and I were in-
specting a pair of pajamas of his. He didn’t protest.
Now, anyone who is innocent of a crime of any sort
would ‘resent such investigation and would put up a
yell, but Miller-didn’t, He just asked us what we were

replied Kammeyer. “Any

-doing, then went about’ his business.”

“Probably his way of doing things, Sereenne ” an-
swered Taylor. ‘However, since you brought him back,

. we'll have him tell his story to us again. But I’m afraid

that we will have to look elsewhere for the clue to our
murderer. Miller’s story is-pretty straight.”

~When Miller was. asked to repeat his story of the
night; ‘béfore, he did so.. There was no varying in his
account. He was positive about even the most exacting
details. There were several slight discrepancies of no
He also explained why he had made no

20

CHIEF. George F. Eisenhut, chief of police of Fort Wayne,

ordered his men to “keep on the case until it was solved”,

All Fort Wayne was interested in the capture of this killer>
none knew when the killer might strike again.

comment when Kammeyer had confiscated the
pajamas.

“Naturally, I know that I am the one most seri-
ously suspected for this crime since I lived across
the hall from the kid,” he said. ‘And if I began
to protest upon any treatment by you fellows,
I'd never get any rest or a chance to keep up with
my work at the College. So, why not let actions
take their course. You'll find out soon enough
that I am telling the truth,”

This was indeed outspoken truth—a fact that
could not be denied. Captain Taylor nodded in
agreement and told Miller that he could go back

_to his work.

Dr. Rhamy came over to the police station shortly
afterwards accompanied by Prosecutor C. Byron

‘Hayes before whom Rhamy had conducted the autopsy.

He informed Captain Taylor that more than one sex
attack upon the victim had been made.

Accompanied by Rhamy and Hayes, Captain Taylor
went back to the victim’s room to conduct another
thorough search. The scene had been changed some-
what by the search instigated by Smith and Kammeyer.
But, under a huge pile of books and note paper, the
men came across a small black book with the title,
“Diary” stamped across its face. It had most likely
escaped the eagle-eyed attention of the two sergeants
because two heavy pieces of paper with printing had
been laid across its face. Now, however, the men studied
the first pages with quickening interest.

There was little of interest in the first few pages of

the diary, short sen’
in Fort Wayne, and
delightful scene of «

Then a name lez
man who had, so
whom Miller state
writing, there was
avoided writing do.
diary.

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dance and she me
name as taking he
was continually mo
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had then gone to :
garden again to n
molested her. Bu:
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trike again. ‘

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you fellows,
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not let actions
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‘ould go back

olice station shortly
»secutor C, Byron
aducted the autopsy.
more than one sex
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yes, Captain Taylor
to conduct another
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nith and Kammeyer.
and note paper, the
00k with the title,
It had most likely
f the two sergeants
r with printing had
ver, the men studied
rest.

1e first few pages of

the diary, short sentences of Alice May Girton’s arrival
in Fort Wayne, and a few comments upon the new and
delightful scene of city life compared to her farm home.

Then a name leaped out at them. The name of the
man who had, so far, eluded police search; the man
whom Miller stated was called Fred! But, even in
writing, there was no last name. Alice had carefully
avoided writing down any last names in her little black
diary.

But she told in detail her meeting with Fred at a
dance and she mentioned Adrian Miller by his first
name as taking her there. She wrote of a man who
was continually molesting her—but there was no name.
She had gone to a restaurant with Fred, and the pair
had then gone to a beer garden. She had gone to the
garden again to meet this Fred, and a stranger had
molested her. But she had been rescued by a young
couple at the next table who had sensed her trouble.

FIRST AND LAST. Detective Sgt. Martin H.
Kammeyer was one of the first men to work
on the Girton case—and he stayed with it
to the last. He’s another Ft. Wayne veteran.

IN CUSTODY. The slayer, left, is taken by
a detective to re-enact the crime at its scene.
(above)

In company with Fred, she had
again gone to the beer garden be-
cause she was passionately fond of
dancing, and the orchestra or
musical entertainment was excel-
lent. The last entry was on the day
of her slaying. She had jotted
down the fact that she thought
Fred the most wonderful boy she
had ever known. They’ had
planned a great evening.

Fred was now the leading suspicious person in the in-
vestigation. But who was he? Perhaps he was mas-
querading under an assumed name. Where was he
now? Why didn’t he come forward when the death
of the girl was known? Was it possible he hadn’t read
the account in the papers, or had learned of the slaying
in some manner? Such a tragedy is difficult to escape
even the most disinterested.

“About the only way we can get this Fred fellow is
to keep a close watch on all beer parlors,” said Captain
Taylor. ‘Meanwhile, Sgts. Smith and Kammeyer will
question all those persons who were called in at the out-
set. They may know of someone by the name of Fred
and remember it now that their first scare is over. The
rest of you boys on patrol can make a habit of checking
on these places until we find the man we want.”

But there was no need of (Continued on page 50)

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asked them to wait while he went in-
side to see a patient or perform an
operation. Then he would enter the
hospital, wander around the corridors
for a reasonable length of time, and
return to the car with another story
of a surgical triumph.

Coolly, impersonally, Dr. Waite
confessed that he had not only poi-
soned Mr. Peck, but had also mur-
dered Mrs. Peck. He had even tried
to kill the aunt who had given him
and his bride a $6,000 wedding present
check.

He was planning eventually to
cause the death of his own wife!

The motive, he said calmly, was to
gain possession of the $500,000 be-
quest left to his young wife in John
Peck’s will.

Bu even more shocking than his
cold-blooded admission of mur-
dering the elderly Mr. and Mrs. Peck
was the method he had devised to
carry out his diabolical plot. Arthur
Waite had succeeded in killing his
mother-in-law, and had planned to
kill the others by infecting them with
germ cultures of the: worst diseases

Percy S. Peck, son of the victims, aided police
in every way in the solution of the enigma.

known to man—tetanus, pneumonia,
typhus, tuberculosis, diphtheria, strep-
tococcus, cholera and many others!

He succeeded, he said, with death-
producing germs injected into Mrs.
Peck’s frail body. But Mr. Peck was
a strong man. He fought off typhoid,
diphtheria and pneumonia germs
which his son-in-law gave him in an
atomizer.

Dr. Waite had given the aging man
overdoses of calomel. He had damp-
ened the old man’s bed clothes in an
effort to induce pneumonia. Once,
he admitted, he had placed a chemi-
cal compound in Mr. Peck’s bedroom
in the hope that it would emit a
deadly gas, but that plan, like all the
others, had failed.

And so, Dr. Waite concluded, he
procured 90 grains of arsenic and
doctored the aged man’s food with it.
Just to make assurance doubly sure,
he had pressed a chloroform gag over
Mr. Peck’s face just before he died.

If Dr. Arthur Warren Waite nur-
tured any hopes that his gruesome
confession would gain him leniency
on the grounds of admitted moral im-
becility, he was doomed to disap-

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COMPLETE DETECTIVE CASES

pointment. May 27, 1916, after
deliberating for one hour and 25
minutes, the jury on the first ballot
found him guilty of first degree
murder.

The night of May 24, 1917, the man
who had betrayed every bond of love
and devotion, whose conscienceless
brain had conceived a plot almost too
horrible to believe, sat down in the
electric chair at Sing Sing prison and
paid in seared flesh for his monstrous
crime against society.

THe END

FT. WAYNE
SLAYER

(Continued from page 21)

patroling ‘or checking. The two ser-
geants, like tenacious bulldogs, had
found one of Miss Girton’s girl friends
who knew all about the wanted youth.

“That must be Fred Johnson,” said
the girl. “All the girls that know him
like him lots, but he’s never had any
use for them except Alice May. They
loved each other.”

Smith and Kammeyer smiled
grimly. They asked if she knew
which place the couple frequented.
She told them. Ten minutes later
they entered the establishment and
sat down at a table which would con-
trol a view ofthe door.

It was late in the evening. The two
men were about to give the watch up
as a hopeless task and resort to police
broadcast to pick up the wanted man.
Then a dark-skinned, handsome youth
came through the doorway. There
was a troubled frown on his face. He
looked about uncertainly. His glance
slid across the forms of the two
sergeants, but no light of recognition
was in his eyes. At the table, Kam-
meyer nudged his companion and
arose.

“That’s our man,” he said quietly.
“Come on.”

The two men strode over to the
youth. He looked up at them.

“You Fred Johnson?” demanded
Smith.

“That’s right,” answered the youth.
“Who are you?”

“Police,” said Smith. ‘“We’ve been
looking for you for a long time, kid.
Come along with us to headquarters.”

“But what for?” demanded Johnson,
now thoroughly frightened. “I haven’t
done anything wrong!”

“We'll see,” announced Smith,
grasping the youth by the arm.
“Meanwhile, come along with us.
We've got a lot to tell you!”

He was placed in the squad car
where he remained defiant and silent
until the trio had reached Police
Headquarters. He remained thus un-
til he was seated in the Detective
Bureau where he was confronted by
Captain Taylor. He stared at the
small group of grim-faced officers.
His lips began to tremble.

“All right!” he said suddenly,
“what’s all this spe about? Why
have I been dragged down here like
a criminal?”

“Take it easy, son,” said Taylor
lifting his hand. “We just want to
hear your story. What’s your alibi?”

“Story? Alibi?” The youth seemed
thoroughly amazed and bewildered.

“I don’t know any story!”

“Do you mean to tell me that you
don’t know Alice May Girton_has
been murdered?” roared Captain Tay-
lor. “You were out with her last
night, weren’t you?” . ‘

“Alice? Dead!” The words fairly
shrieked from Johnson’s mouth. “Oh,
no! You fellows are fooling me!”

“We never fool with serious mat-
ters like this,” answered Taylor as he
slid a copy of an evening paper across
the desk. ‘Read those headlines.”

There was deadly silence as John-
son read the black headlines and the
story beneath in heavy type.

“Tt couldn’t be,” he murmured.
“Why, I was with her until three
o’clock this morning.”

An audible sigh escaped from the
lips of the officers. Here was a frank
admission that the girl’s last com-
panion, to their knowledge, was the
man now before them.

“Are you positive that you left at
three o'clock?” asked Taylor softly.
“I want you to be sure of everything
you say, because you're the one we've
wanted for questioning concerning
this crime.”

“I didn’t kill her,” protested John-
son. “Sure; I left her room at that
time—maybe it was a few minutes
before or after three. I’m not sure
of the exact time.”

“And what did you do all evening?”

“Well, we went out for a walk real
early. Then we went toa movie and,
afterwards, we walked over to the
place where these two men found me.
ad had a glass of beer and came on

ome.”

“How much did you have to drink
there?” demanded Kammeyer.

“Just a glass of beer each,” insisted
Johnson. “Well, we came on home.
It was about midnight. Alice—Miss
Girton—told me I could come up for
a while, and we sat out on the porch
in the swing. Then it began to get
chilly, and we went inside where we
danced and talked about her home
and her ambitions. Just a short while
before going home, I picked up a pil-
low and threw it at her. She threw
one at me. We kept this up_for a
couple of minutes. After that, I went
home. I was supposed to meet her
tonight at the beer garden.”

Captain Taylor looked at his men
and read the same question. For
Dr. Rhamy had said previously that
a pillow was probably used by the
slayer to muffle the girl’s first cries
of alarm! He turned and addressed
the suspect.

_ “She’s lying on a slab in the morgue
right now, cold and stiff in death. Her
parents are going to be a sad sight
when they see her. I think you bet-
ter tell us what you know.”

“But I don’t know anything about
it!” cried Johnson. ‘Do you think I
would have gone to that beer parlor
if I had committed this deed? If I'd
killed Alice, I wouldn’t be here right
now! I would be far away!”

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Johnson with questions, always in-
sisting that he might have a theory
or a clew as to who the slayer really
was. But the suspect steadfastly
maintained that Alice was well liked
by everyone he knew and who knew
her. He became a cold, calculating
young man, on his defense at all
times. It was at this time, while his
head was clear, that he remembered
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is—was ajar. I closed it because I
didn’t want to disturb him. Then we
went back out on the porch. When
we came in, Alice looked into the
hallway and saw that the door was
open again. She got up and closed
it pretty loud. I told her not to be
so noisy.”

“Why did she do that?” demanded
Captain Taylor.

“She said that Miller was nosy and
wanted to overhear us,” said John-
son. “She also told me that he talked
too much, and she went out of her
way to avoid him because there was
something about the man she dis-
liked.”

This was indeed a strange situation.
Two logical suspects who refused to
admit that they had anything to do
with the death of the vivacious young
girl, having stories that, although
questionable, could not be broken
down. Was it possible that some
strange Fate had decreed both Miller
and Johnson would be the logical sus-
pects until the real slayer had op-
portunity to cover his trail and elude
the police until it was too late?

- And when Captain Taylor nodded
slightly to the newspaper photogra-
phers, Johnson exploded. He tried
to knock their cameras down. He
even jerked his shirt. over his head
to prevent the taking of photographs.

ae THAT, Johnson was placed
in a cell. Every hour or so, sev-
eral detectives would take him back
to the Detective Bureau and question
him again. But his story. never
varied. His replies were consistently
the same as his original story. He
told the officers that he never read
the papers, thus he. did not know of
his girl-friend’s death.

Meanwhile, a query went out over
the police broadcast concerning John-
son’s conduct. And it was learned
that he had once been arrested in
Ohio on a petit larceny charge, a fact
that he had admitted freely. He had
served sixty days sentence for that
minor crime. Because it did not seem
plausible that the youth could have
gone all day without hearing about
the girl’s death, and because he was
to be questioned again concerning the
tragedy into which he was so closely
woven, a technical charge of loitering
was placed against him. His bail was
set at five thousand dollars.

But the investigation was growing
cold for lack of clues. Two prime
suspects were at hand, and their
stories were so told as to defy con-
tradiction. There was still Adrian
Miller who had been left entirely
alone.

Suspicion once again veered over
to Miller. That evening, Captain
Taylor called Sgts. Smith and Kam-
meyer into his private office.

“Rither or both of these boys know
something about the slaying,” he said,
“but the fact remains that we must
trap them into a damaging admission.
I don’t know whether one or the
other is guilty. So this is what you
two do.

“About midnight, get over to Mil-
ler’s room and see to it that: he is fast
asleep. Then awaken him and get
him down here as fast as possible.
Don’t give him a chance to stall
around after being awakened. If you
have to, carry him! I'll be waiting
here. That’s all!” .

FACTS FROM OFFICIAL FILES

The two sergeants looked at each
other, then went out. That evening
at midnight, the pair slipped over to
the Kelly home and awakened the
woman. She told them that Miller
had gone to bed quite early as he
seemed to be exhausted. To be posi-
tive, she went up first but came down
quickly. She stated that his light was
burning and he was probably awake.
The men returned to headquarters
for a short time where Johnson was
going through another grilling.

The suspect was always easily
aroused, and this was no exception.
He had learned, of course, that the
victim had been attacked, and he was
now insisting loudly that he would
undergo any and all tests to deter-
mine once and for all whether he
was the perpetrator of the crime.

“Why not give me a break?” young

ask a single question. The two men
herded their stumbling man down the
stairs and over to the police station,

“What’s the matter with you?” de-
manded Kammeyer as they sat down
in the Detective Bureau. “You sure
were hard to wake up.”

“I took some sleeping powder to-
night,” mumbled Miller rubbing his
eyes. “Say, what’s this all about?
ay catch the guy that killed the

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Captain Taylor quietly entered.
Then the rapid-fire questioning be-
gan. Why did he smoke so many
cigarettes? His ashtrays at the room
were overflowing the night of the
slaying. Why did he appear so fright-
ened now? Why was he trembling
so? Was his conscience bothering
him? Why did he kill the girl?

To all these questions, Miller mere-

Detective Captain Taylor and one of the suspects are shown during a grilling in the Girton
investigation. For hours the questioning continued under the direction of Capt. Taylor and
his men. First one suspect was the target for the quiz, then the other.

Johnson demanded. “Make any test
you want to—but satisfy yourself that
it wasn’t me! Why.not check on my
clothing? The ones I’m wearing and
the ones in my room? You've got
my address there. And if I had any-
thing to do with Alice, even earlier
in the evening, I’ll be willing to take
the rap for her death!”

A half hour had passed, and he
was taken back to his cell. Kam-
meyer and Smith returned to the
lodging-house. This time they found
that Miller was fast asleep. Mrs.
Kelly stated that he had left his light
burning, but that she had gone in
and turned it off.

The man was lying flat on his back
and breathing heavily. The first
gentle call produced no result. Nor
did the second one—which was a
shout. Smith reached over and shook
him roughly.

“Get up, Miller!” he called.

At the second Sige Miller
stirred and opened his eyes slcepily.
He stared into the glare of the flash-
light. Kammeyer, meanwhile, had
switched on the room light.

“Okay, okay,” mumbled Miller.

He groped for his trousers, shirt,
socks and shoes. He stared dreamily
about as he dressed, and he did not

ly growled his replies. He shook his
head repeatedly in denial.

“I didn’t have anything to do with
it!” he snarled.

Again and again Miller denied the
accusation. Finally, Smith arose and
went out of the room. Captain Tay-
lor followed.

Kammeyer walked over and sat
down across from Miller. He stared
at the suspect for a long minute, then
leaned forward.

“Where did you get that scratch
on the chin?” he demanded. “Is that
where Alice scratched you when you
choked her to death?”

“TJ cut myself while I was shaving
this morning,” answered the man sul-
lenly. “Look, mister; you can’t pin
this murder on me.”

“Tl think we can, Miller,” answered
Kammeyer indulgently. “That scratch
on your chin now. I think the cor-
oner made tests of the girl’s finger
nails and found some skin under
them. I think that it will match the
texture of yours. Now; how did you
get into her room?”

Again and again Miller repeated
that he did not commit the crime. Sgt.
Kammeyer continued the remorseless
questiouine On the other side of the
closed door, Sgt. Smith kept an ear

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RS. LILLIAN KELLY, her
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cern, climbed the stairs to the
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Wayne, Indiana, boarding house. Having
gained the landing, she marched straight
down the hall to Alice May Girton’s
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boarders, on this crisp October morning,
the landlady hurried to Police Head-
quarters and returned with Detective
Captain Jack Taylor and several of his
men.

A study of the death room indicated
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only wrong note was a bed pillow on

the floor near the body.

Robbery was eliminated as a motive;

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plain sight.

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prevented breathing. The doctor found
no bruises to indicate strangulation.

Alice had lived in the roominghouse
only a short time, having recently arrived
from her home in a small Indiana farm
community to take a secretarial course.
The landlady was able to provide police
with a clue that might possibly prove
significant. At eight o’clock the previous
evening, a black-haired young man had
come to the door and asked for Alice.
The girl had taken him up to her room.

With this meager information, detec-
tives began their routine questioning.
None of the lodgers was able to help,
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student, Adrian Miller, who was intense-
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Miller, enrolled at Indiana Techriscal
College in Fort Wayne, occupied a
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the slain girl, he said, and he had seen ©

the black-haired caller.

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and moving about. Some time later he
was wakened by the sound of a loud
thump—almost immediately after which
he glimpsed the same young man walk-
ing by on his way out.

Miller noticed it was then 2:40 A.M.
which placed the caller in the house at
the estimated time of the murder.

As a psychology student, Miller told
detectives, he was particularly interested
in the case. Its psychological factors, he
explained, were absorbing. He was ready
to put textbook knowledge to the serv-
ice of the law, but the detectives told
him they were too busy.

For one thing, they wasted no time
hunting down the black-haired visitor,
and by mid-afternoon they had him. But
they found he was determined to balk
them. Readily he admitted having been

with Alice the night before, but he said

he did not know she had come to harm.
At one point, he said, she and he had
had a brief pillow fight.

Asked when he had left, the suspect
was unable to give any definite time,
although he vigorously denied it had
been as late as 2:40 A.M.

Furthermore, he insisted Alice had
been alive when he left her,

While the questioning was going on,
an officer entered the room with a note.
“From the Psychology Kid,” he ex-
plained with a smile. It was a brief
message from Miller, written at college,
in which he said, “I think the keynote is
a psychological study of the characters
involved,” and then went on to explain
that Alice, as a lonely girl from a small
town, would not be wise in her choice
of companions in Fort Wayne. Captain
Taylor tossed the note aside and went
back to questioning the suspect.

Taylor was still occupied with details
of the case late that evening when Miller
strolled into Headquarters. Captain Tay-
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rebuffed. Several years older than the
average college student because he had
worked before enrolling, Miller lacked
only horn-rimmed glasses to present the
generally accepted picture of a studious
young college instructor.

“I think you can help after all,” Cap-
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thought. Miller, delighted, followed him
into a private office. The officer let
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“How do you think he killed her?”
asked Taylor.

Miller pointed to the evening paper
he was carrying. “Since the report says
that she was suffocated and no bruise
marks were found, he must have done it
with a pillow.” :

“Then why did. you put the gag in her

mouth?”

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“You might as well tell the rest of it,
the veteran detective chief said.

In short order, Miller confessed. He
had fallen in love with Alice and had
gone to her room to complain about her
guest’s staying so late. Alice had just
prepared for bed, and when she ques-
tioned his fight to spy on her, he seized
the robe she was wearing. The garment
came off and he lunged at her.

The girl tried to scream but Miller
shoved the pillow into her face. When
she grew quiet, he thrust the undergar-
ment into her mouth because he was
afraid she might moan.

Miller had thought he could fool the
police with his textbook psychology.

“How,” he asked Captain Taylor won-
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(continued on page 8)

FIENDS WHO WENT TO THE CHAIR:
CASE OF THE

-ROOMING HOUSE ©
RAPIST

by BOB STARBUCK

DETECTIVE CASES, A UGUsT, 1974

PUTNAM COUNTY, INDIANA. 227

was printed at the office of the Greencastle Visitor, bears the following on its
title page:

“Sketch of the Life and Confession of William Thompson.
“Prepared by Rev. J. L. Belotte.
“To which is appended a synopsis of the proceedings and testimony during
his trial and the sentence of the judge. .
“Greencastle :
Printed at the Visitor Office
“1841.”

The author, J. L. Belotte, was a Methodist preacher, who was the mur-
derer's spiritual adviser-and to whom the confession was made. It is some-
what minute and voluminous so that only a brief recital of the material facts
can be attempted here.

In the summer of 1840 the body of a man who had been dead several
days was found in a lonely spot in the woods in.the south end of Clinton town-
ship, about seven miles from Greencastle. All the indications pointed to
death by violence, but owing to the advanced state of decomposition, it was
impossible to identify the remains. Later a hat was discovered, in some
bushes nearby, in the inside of which was a letter addressed to Abraham
Rhinearson, Bloomington, Iowa. John Lynch, the town constable, in an
endeavor to unravel the mystery, went to Iowa and there learned that,
shortly before, Rhinearson and William Thompson, whose home was at
Middletown, in Henry county, in this state, had set out from Iowa together,
headed for Indiana. Returning here, Lynch and George Thompson, also
of this place, made a trip to Henry county, where they arrested Rhinearson’s
fellow traveler, William Thompson, and brought him to Greencastle. Either
en route hither or soon after his arrival Thompson confessed his crime,
stating that as he himself was about out of money he had killed his com-
panion for the paltry sum the latter had, which hardly exceeded five dollars.
On arrival at Greencastle he was brought before James M. Grooms, justice
of the peace, and after a brief preliminary inquiry returned to jail to await
the action of the circuit court. Early in January, 1841, he Was arraigned
for trial before Judge Elisha Huntington and, being unable to hire counsel,
the court ordered John Cowgill, Edward McGaughey and Henry Secrest to
conduct his defense. The prosecuting attorney was Delana R. Eckels. The
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waters, Quinton VanDyke, Isaiah Goodwin, Jonathan Mullinix and Jacob
Pearcy. -\bout fifteen witnesses were examined and the case submitted to
the jury without argument by the counsel on either side. The judge delivered
the charge to the jury in a very feeling and impartial manner. The latter
retired to their room and in about twenty minutes returned a verdict of guilty.
On Friday, January 15th, the prisoner was brought into court and formally
sentenced. He was condemned to death, the date of the execution being fixed
for February 12th.

As it was the first execution in the county, a deep interest was mani-
fested in the subsequent proceedings. The place selected was a grove south
of town near the corner of Locust and Berry streets, now occupied by the
residence of the late Charles Leuteke. It was a bitterly cold day and was
only made endurable by numerous fires over the grounds around which
the great crowd present gathered in groups. When the condemned man,
driven in a wagon from the jail and seated on his coffin, reached the place of
execution the pressure to see him was so great the local militia company,
under command of Gen. George K. Steele, was necessary to keep the crowd
back. The rope, containing twenty-four strands of hemp, made by the late
Thomas Talbott, was attached to the limb of a large elm tree beneath which
was the platform on which the condemned man sat while the religious service
which preceded the execution, took place. A hymn or two were stung, the
music being led by Aaron Stewart, a singer of local renown, and it is said
the condemned man joined in the songs in a voice full, clear and without a
tremor. ‘The Rev. Mr. Belotte was present and led the services. Evan L.
Kercheval, the sheriff, at the proper time sprung the trap and the sentence of
the law was carried out without delay or mishap of any kind.

The next and last judicial execution in Putnam county took place in
the jail yard, west of the public square, in Greencastle, on Friday, December
18, 1857. Many persons who witnessed it are still living. The prisoner was
Greenbury O. Mullinix, who, on the roth of the preceding April, had mur-
dered his wife, Martha Ann Sublett, to whom he had been married exactly
one month. The murder, which occurred near Manhattan, was equally brutal
and unprovoked. T'rom the account in the weekly paper of the period it
appears that the wife “had tied up a bundle of clothing in the morning and
was hurrying through with her housework in order to prepare for her
baptism, which was to take place that day. Mullinix, her husband, was op-
posed to her joining church and after feeding the stock returned to the house
in a very angry mood. The faithful and unsuspecting wife had prepared
breakfast and welcomed her husband with a propitiating smile. Evidently,

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after a few words, the brute struck her down with a fire shovel. When Doc-
tor Layman arrived he found her lying on the floor with her head crushed
and beyond all human help. Her husband claimed that some unknown per-
son had made the attack while he was absent at the barn, but later he con-
fessed that he had committed the bloody deed himself.” He was promptly
arrested and in a few days appeared before Joseph I. Farley and John S.
Jennings, justices of the peace, who, on the 16th inst., after a careful inquiry
and the examination of numerous witnesses, committed the prisoner to jail

on the charge of murder in the first degree to await the action of the circuit

court. The case came on for trial in the latter court Tuesday, October 13,
1857, and was not disposed of till the following Saturday. John -A. Matson,
D, E. Williamson and R. S. Ragan appeared for the accused and John P.
Usher, John Cowgill and Milton A. Osborn for the state. Judge James
Hanna presided at the trial. “The prisoner,” says the Putnam County Ban-
ner, “was ably defended by his counsel who placed the issue of the case upon

. the ground that the prisoner at the time he committed the rash act and for

years previously had been laboring under the effects of an insane mind.”
Numerous instances were cited by witnesses and were dwelt and commented
upon by defendant’s counsel in a masterly manner to establish this in the
minds of the jury, but, as the result has shown, to no effect. All the evidence
adduced on both sides having been heard, as well as the arguments of coun-
sel, the case was submitted to the jury on Thursday evening, who, after re-
tiring for about an hour, brought in the following verdict: “We the jury
find the defendant guilty as charged in the indictment’ and that he suffer
death.” The verdict was signed by all the jurors as follows: Philip Carpenter,
William B. Wilson, W. B. Cunningham, James E. Talbott, Robert Smith,
James L. Wilson, Edward R. Shackelford, Thomas Sutherlin, John Miller,
Washington Breckenridge, George W. Kurtz and Russell Crawford.

On Friday afternoon the defendant was brought into court tu receive
his sentence. After reciting the facts brought out at the trial and the result-
ing verdict of thejury, the court then announced: “Tt is therefore considered
by the court that you be returned to the county jail whence you came and

that you be there kept in safe custody until Friday, the 20th day of November |

next, and that you then be brought forth between the hours of ten o’clock
in the forenoon and two o'clock in the afternoon of that day and taken from
thence to the place of execution and be then and there hanged by the neck
till you are dead.” } —

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stood up before the judge and the audience in the most firm and undaunted

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manner, evincing a stoicism and indifference almost unparalleled by those who
have been arraigned before the bar of justice for similar offenses. To the
question of His Honor, ‘Are you prepared to stand before that all-seeing
Judge, seated upon the throne of eternal justice, and declare your innocence e
he replied, ‘I am!’ And after the judge had concluded his sentence and the
sheriff was about to take him back to jail, ina haughty and indignant man-
ner, he said to the judge, ‘I thank you for the execution.’ ”’

A day or two before November 2oth, the date set for the execution,
Governor Willard, in answer to the appeal of the prisoner's father, granted
a respite until Friday, December 18th, awaiting the action of the supreme
court; but the latter court declined to interfere and at the appointed time the
sentence of the law was duly carried out.. The final chapter in the unfor-
tunate affair is thus narrated in the Banner in its issue of December 23, 1857:
“On Friday, the 18th inst., at eleven minutes past eleven o'clock a. m., Green-
bury O. Mullinix was executed at this place in accordance with the require-

ments of the law, for the murder of his wife last April. Up to the time of his

execution and even upon the scaffold, with death in its worst form and with

all its horrors staring him in the face, he persisted in his innocence, although

he had two or three months previously declared that he had committed the

deed—that he had imbrued his hands in the blood of his innocent and un- >

offending wife! After being led upon the scaffold by the sheriff, William L.
Farrow, accompanied by Rev. E. W. lisk, of the Presbyterian church, and
Rev. William Atherton, of the Methodist church, and after an impressive
“and appropriate prayer by Mr. Tisk, the sheriff asked the prisoner if he had
anything to say, to which he replied that he had nothing to say except that
he was innocent and that he felt better than when they made him confess to
the murder of his wife. (ITe was compelled to make this acknowledgment,
as he alleged, thinking that he would be taken from his confinement inmedi-
ately and hanged, preferring the latter punishment to the former.) A fter it
was found he had nothing further to say Mr. Tarrow, the sheriff, proceeded

to prepare him for the ordeal through which he was about to pass, by first.

tying his hands behind him and then drawing a cap over his face and tying
it under his chin. This accomplished, the rope was next put around his neck
and while the sheriff was thus engaged, having adjusted the rope a little too
tight, the prisoner, in a jovial and unconcerned manner, said: ‘Bill, this is
rather tight,’ following the remark by a big laugh and apparently as uncon-
cerned as if he was only about to engage in a little jesting freak. The rope
being properly adjusted, the rope that held the platform on which the prisoner
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behind the massive concrete pillars

of the railroad underpass. An icy,
cutting wind whipped down Indianap-
olis’ Noble street, where the dark, winter
night was even gloomier at this spot.

The two shivering forms peered fur-
tively around their hiding place. The
overhead traffic light winked monoto-
nously. Several cars passed. Some
stopped for the red light which glared
in warning for a few seconds, then
moved on as it turned green.

Each time the danger light flicked on,
one of the figures would shake his head.
Their tense bodies would relax.

Suddenly a new car stopped for the
red light. Like uncoiling springs the two
forms leapel from their hiding place.
They jumped on the running board of the

"Tosti shadowy figures crouched

machine, their faces twisted with snarl-
ing fury.

One of them swung open the door,
jabbed a gun into the dazed motorist’s
ribs. The other slithered into the back
seat.

“Keep your mouth shut!” the gun-
wielder rasped. “We want a little lift.”
Viciously he jammed the gun bruisingly
against the driver’s side.

“You've got the drop on me, boys,” he
said coolly. “I’ll play ball with you. But
don’t play too rough. My wife’s expect-
ing me for supper. Where do you want
to go?”

The answer was another prod of the

un.

“Cut out the gab and get going!”

As the car shot ahead the driver’s speed
didn’t suit his captors.

“Step on it!’’ the gunman snarled.

The motorist “stepped on it” as his
unwanted companion examined the dash-
board, flipped a switch and a radio dial
lighted up.

“We might as well have music as we
ride,” he smirked, his face relaxing for
the first time.

At the next intersection he directed the
man to take a diagonal road leading
to the open country. The car hummed as
it sped through the black night. A croon-
ing voice from the radio intoned a pop-
ular tune. But the occupants of the car
were trigger-tense, alert.

The gunman spoke suddenly in a terse
voice.

“What’s your name?”

The driver didn’t take his eyes off the
road as he replied.

Vurtis Neal, left, and
Hugh Marshall,
right, began a mad
career of crime but it
ended suddenly when
they decided to fol-
low in the footsteps
of Big Shot Dillinger.

store where I work will help my wife
search for me.”

It was a weak argument but the drug-
gist was becoming desperate. The silence
of the two youths was foreboding. They
only smiled with their cruel, twisted lips.

“Not interested,” the gun-toter said
succinctly, and the nerve-shattering
silence again fell over the shoulders of
Bright.

7HEN they reached the open coun-
try the kidnaped druggist was
forced to stop the car. The gunman or-
dered him to get into the rear seat. He
handed the revolver to- his companion.
The other took the wheel and the car re-
sumed its course southward toward
Shelby county.

Bright tried to renew the conversation
but the youth in the back seat kept the
gun pointed at him. The desperado would
snarl a harsh rebuff to “keep quiet.”
Bright, his thoughts whirling crazily,
could feel a cold sweat on his flesh. For
the first time he felt the portent of im-
pending doom.

The desperado seemed to glory in the
role of being the “big shot” behind the
gun. Finger curled around the trigger, he
watched his prisoner like a cat playing

DEEECTIVE

with a mouse. He had dreamed of this
moment to prove his “big shot” caliber.
The thought quickened his fever-hot
pulse’ The feel of his finger against
the cold trigger steel sent an exhila-
rating sense of power coursing through
him. He kept thinking it needed
but a little pressure to crash bullets
into Bright’s body, He glowered at his
victim for likely spots for these
bullets.

Such thoughts focused in his mind with
horrible clarity on an idea. That idea
was taking a man “for a ride!” All fa-
mous gtinmen did that, he reminded
himself. One didn’t amount to much on
the “big time” until one had taken some-
body “‘for a ride.”

The notion literally set his alcohol-
inflamed brain on fire! It swept the last
vestige of rational processes from the
youth’s mind. He became completely in-
toxicated with the obsession of becoming
a dispenser of destiny, a high-powered
gunman executioner.

Besides the thrill of “bumping off” a
guy, the execution was necessary. They
couldn't leave anybody behind to blab all
to the cops! And perhaps Bright was
telling the truth about his wife. A glow
of madness crept into his eyes. His finger
tightened on the trigger.

Bright already had sensed the youth’s
thoughts, but his frantic mind couldn’t
grasp at any means of escape. He sat
stiffly as the wild ride continued. His

thoughts kept flashing back to his pretty,
young wife.

The youth at the wheel was driving
at high speed as he crossed the line into
Shelby county. He turned now into an
unfrequented side road. He drove along
until he spied a lane leading through an
open gate into a cornfield. He guided
the machine into the field and brought
it to a skidding spot in the muddy soil.

The car scarcely had come to a stand-
still when the maddened youth in the
back seat began pushing Bright out of the
automobile by jabbing the gun against
the druggist’s back. There was a sadistic
gleam in the youth’s eyes. Suddenly an-
other murder-crazed scheme formed in
his warped mind. “Why not tease the
helpless man by telling him their names ?
To the narrow-eyed youth this was pure
inspiration.

“Haul up your ham hooks !” the young
gunman snarled. His eyes gleamed
menacingly as Bright raised his hands.

“We want you to know we're gentle-
men,” the desperado sneered. “So it’s
only proper we tell you whom we are.”

The other youth had slid out of the car
and come around to stand beside his
friend. He was unaware of his pal’s
thoughts and tried to protest.

“Don’t tell him our names, vou fool !” he
snarled. ‘You want the cops on our tails 7”

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Bright’s fellow workers
in the drug store, lower
left, were the last per-
sons to see him alive.
Deputy Sheriff Leonard
Worland, above, is
pointing to revealing
blood spots on bridge.

“William Bright,” he said
shortly, then continued, “You
boys are going to be up against
it when the police get on your
trail, which won’t be long. |
called my wife and she’s expect-
ing me home. She’ll get worried
and report me missing.” .

He glanced at the gunman,
hoping he could get rid of the two
desperadoes, although the words
he had just spoken were not the
truth. His wife wasn’t expecting
him until late that night. But the
information didn’t have any ef-
fect on the two grim faces. He
noticed the liquor odor, surmised
that the two youths were partially
drunk. He tried more conver-
sation.

“Not only that,” Bright con-
tinued, “but my boss at the drug

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The crazed desperado ignored this,
continued in a mocking tone of voice.

“My name’s Vurtis Neal,” he = said
softly, “and this is Hugh Marshall. It’s
too bad you won't live to read about us
in the newspapers. We’re out to make
names for ourselves. We’re going to make
Dillinger look like a punk.”

EFORE the fear-wracked Bright

could collect his wits Neal spun him
around and rapidly went through his
pockets. The only money Bright had
was $1.50 and Neal swore.

“Get a rope and tie him up,” Neal
snarled.

“Don’t leave me tied up her on such
a cold night as this!” Bright pleaded.
“I’m not going to make you any trou-
ble.”

“You bet you’re not!” Neal snarled.

His liquor-crazed brain sent a sear-
ing impulse to his trigger finger. It
tightened and the hammer snapped. The
gun roared, smashing its slug into the
middle of Bright’s back.

The pharmacist screamed, then sagged
to the ground.

Mercilessly the young killer proceeded
with the execution. He straddled his
victim while the headlights of the car
developed his shadow into gigantic pro-
portions as if matching his big shot no-
tions. Three times more he squeezed the
trigger. He put one bullet into a twitch-

weapon and Bright’s «lothing.

30

The victim’s home is pictured above. Meredith
Stewart and Robert O’Neal, right, state police
detectives, are shown examining the death

ing shoulder. He ‘fired two into the back
of his victim’s head.

Marshall came running.

“You gunned him down!” he gasped.
“Now we're in for it!”

Neal turned on him in a fury.

“You yéllow worm! In for what?
We're all right4f you don’t start stool-
ing! Keep your trap shut and do as I tell
you!”

Marshall stood petrified. It was one
thing to talk boldly about “bumping off”
somebody. It was something else to do it!
The realization that he was party to a
tragic translation of words into action
came as a stunning blow.

“Well, don’t stand there like a fool!”
Neal snapped. “You're in this as much
as I am. If you don’t hanker for the
electric cure you'd better snap out of it.
This ain’t no time for dreaming !”

Neal yanked open the trunk at the rear
of the car,

“We'll shove him in there,’ he said.
“Grab his legs!”

They carried the body to the car. They
found it impossible to stuff it into the
trunk and also lock the lid. They finally
heaved the bloody corpse intothe rear seat.

Marshall tried unsuccessfully to light
a cigarette.

“What're you scared of ?” Neal jeered
as he held a match. “Use your bean if
you have one. Who can hang this on us?
Nobody saw us grab the guy. Nobody
saw us come here. Nobody saw us bump
him. If we play our cards right, no-
body’ll ever hook us up with this!”

The two youths smoked cigaret after
cigaret while they pondered their next
step. The stark developments had cleared
their brains. The immediate problem
which confronted them was the hiding of
the body so it wouldn’t be found right
away. At last Neal had an idea.

“Remember that creek we passed a
couple of miles back yonder?” he asked.
“It’s flooded now from the rains. We'll
dump him there. The high water will
take him miles downstream. He may
never be found. Then all we have to do
is grab another set of license:plates some-
where and we’ve got ourselves a buggy
we can. operate right under the cops’
noses,”

Marshall acquiesced silently. The rev-
elation of his pal’s murderous streak had
terrified him. There was only one gun

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MARSHALL, Hugh, and NEAL, Vurtis, whites, electrocuted Indiana (Shelby) on
Jaly Be 19 38

4

Mrs. William H. Bright (left),
watched with fear-filled eyes the
monotonous tick of the clock, won-
dering why her husband (above},
was tardy for dinner. With each

passing moment Bright's life ebbed M f ‘
away through several gaping gun by ye @ @ Orsay
@

wounds,

as she awaited his coming on this chill Janu-
ary night, there was nothing to warn her of
tragedy which lay ahead.
Thoughts of the farm implement business
they planned to open in only two more
months, a goal for which they had worked
and saved relentlessly, filled her mind as
her eyes traveled repeatedly to the face
of the clock.
One hour—two hours—and still an-
other sixty minutes were ticked off
while she listened in vain for his
brisk step upon the porch floor,
the turning of his key in the
latch, as she tried to reassure
herself that there was nothing
wrong.
“He’s probably taking in-
ventory,’ she reasoned, but,
in her heart, the young
wife knew that he would
have sent her some word
had he decided to work
late and, finally she
telephoned the drug-
store, only to learn

OUNG AND ATTRACTIVE Lois Cherry
Bright turned eager steps toward home
as she completed her teaching duties at
the University Heights public school in Indian-
apolis, Indiana, on Monday, January 4, 1937.
As she entered the modest bungalow at 4102
Bowman Avenue, her eyes, filled with happiness
and content, took note of the time and she went
bustling about the evening chores. In just a short
while her husband would be coming in from the Har-
bison Drugstore and they would share, as they always
did, the ensuing hours together.
Few young couples, after ten years of marriage, could
know a greater devotion than Lois and William Bright and,

Days of agonizing suspense

came to a close when the missing

druggist's bullet-riddled body reached

the surface in the waters of Red Mill Bridge.

A tense crowd stands before the murdere
man's body, covered by a sheet.

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on” the killing of Bright, but he claimed
the other fellow did the shooting.

Tu “other fellow” was a youth named
Hugh Marshall, who owned the gun. Mar-
shall had lived across the hall from him
at the East Ohio Street rooming house in
Indianapolis, Neal said.

While the prisoner was signing a paper,
permitting extradition, O’Neal was tele-
phoning Leach from Banks’ office; and
when they arrived at Indianapolis Friday
night they found Neal’s match-chewing
partner in crime in custody and in a
talking mood.

Faced with Marshall’s statement that
he, Neal, had fired four shots from the
38 into the druggist’s body, without any
provocation, the twenty-year-old Kentucky
youth made a detailed confession of the
crime.

Together with Marshall’s eight-page
confession, Neal’s story gave officers a
complete picture of how murder had been
committed within twenty-four hours after
the two had formed an unholy alliance over
a euchre game in Marshall’s room.

“We only got $1.20 from Bright,” Neal
remarked in a disgusted tone, as he
bummed cigarettes from newsmen and
State police, “and I had to buy 10 gallons
of gas. We went in the hole $1.55.”

It was this casual remark that pointed
up the case. This youth referred to his
brutal, senseless killing of an upright,
honest citizen as if his only regret in the
entire affair was that he hadn’t made a
financial profit by it.

Neal admitted that he had shot Bright
four times while they stood in the corn-
field waiting for Marshall to get a rope
from the car to tie the druggist. “I don’t
know why I let him have it.”

Marshall admitted that the .38 was his
gun. He had lifted it from a driver who
had given him a ride from Terre Haute to
Indianapolis several weeks before, and
had used it once to hold up a taxi-driver.
He said that it was he who had decided
on the holdup and kidnapping, but that
he had no intention of killing Bright.

“It was that car heater that tripped us.
I told ‘Slim’ I thought it was silly to strip
the car of the heater and other stuff.”

Meantime, the “other stuff” mentioned
had been located by Gormon and Bear,
hidden in a ravine near Madison.

On Saturday, Jan. 9th, Sheriff Brown
and Worland arrived to transfer the killers
to the Shelbyville county jail. With the
officers was Fred V. Cramer, newly-
elected prosecutor, one of the youngest
in the state. Cramer took along copies of
the confessions. He stated that he in-
tended to demand the death penalty.

The prisoners re-traced the murder
route. First stop was the Noble and Wash-
ington Street underpass, where they had
forced their way into Bright’s car at gun-
point when he stopped for a red light.

Two blocks south on Noble, they turned
east on Georgia. Here Neal had taken
the wheel, and Bright had lain on the
floor of the back seat, with Marshall hold-
ing the gun on him. Then, at Raymond
Street, near the south limits of the city,
Bright had been forced to sit quietly in
the back seat while they stopped at a fill-
ing station for gas. There might have
been a slim chance to save his life then
if he had shouted for help, but no one
knows.

Meandering southeast into Shelby
County, they had crossed the long bridge
near Red Mill. Then Neal had driven into
the cornfield where the victim’s hat was
found later. Bright had been ordered out
of the car and robbed. After the shooting,
they had first tried to put the body in the
trunk; then Neal had suggested that they

return to the bridge and throw it in the
water.

“We pushed him over the rail there
where that largest spot of blood is,” Neal
told the officers, as they stopped on the
bridge. “I heard the body hit the water,
and I told Hugh that he’d be a mile down
stream in ten minutes; but I guess I was
wrong.”

Speaking of the re-enactment later,
Cramer said: “They talked about the kill-
ing like you and I would talk about shoot-
ing a rabbit.”

Both were indicted, charged with first-
degree murder under two separate counts;
and Feb. 17th was set for the trial, first in
the new $250,000 courthouse. However, in-
sanity hearings and a motion for a change
of judge brought delay. The latter brought
something else. Chosen to preside was
Judge Roscoe C. O’Byrne, of Brookville,
who had just sentenced four men to die
in the electric chair for the “Head-and-
Hands” murder of Harry Miller at New
Trenton, Indiana, June 11th, 1936.

Enlisted by Bright’s widow to aid the
prosecutor was a veteran Shelbyville at-
torney, George R. Tolen, who, during his
own term as prosecutor in 1919 and 1920,
had handled six murder trials.

Trial opened on March 23rd. Thirty-four
witnesses appeared for the state and thir-
teen for the defense. Highlights were Lois
Bright’s tearful identification of the bullet-
pierced gray hat and bloody clothing, and
the testimony of the killers.

One state witness was Wilbur Kidwell.
Midway in the trial he limped into the
courtroom, manacled to Sheriff Bear, and
was led to the witness stand. Kidwell had
been shot by Madison police on March 7th,
while attempting to loot a Red Cross depot,
set up there for flood-sufferers when the
rain-swollen Ohio river had risen to an
all-time high.

In the summations, Tolen and Cramer
depicted the pair as vicious young killers
who had murdered a helpless man for
no reason at all; and the three defense at-
torneys proclaimed them two mentally-
deficient youths.

On Tuesday, April 6th, the jury of eleven
farmers and a machinist found both guilty
of murder in perpetration of robbery. Un-
der the Hartzell Act, then in force in In-
diana, a death sentence was mandatory.
Then, amid dead silence in the crowded
courtroom, Judge O’Byrne pronounced his
fifth and sixth death sentence within six
months.

On the following day, at Madison, Kid-
well was fined $50 and sentenced to serve
two years on the penal farm for stealing
supplies from the Red Cross depot.

Date of execution was set for July 24th,
1937. Three stays kept the two killers
sweating it out in the “death row” at.the
state prison in Michigan City for over a
year. Then, early on the morning of
July 8th, 1938, Neal and Marshall were
electrocuted for the murder-for-profit, of
which one of the killers had remarked,
“We went $1.55 in the hole.”

One dollar and fifty-five cents—plus three
lives.

Epiror’s Note

The name, Joan McMasters, as used
in this story is fictitious in order to pro-
tect the identity of the person involved.
Pictures of the perpetrators appear as
follows: that of Vurtis Neal, on page 93,
above; that of Hugh Marshall on same
page, below.

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“Did he tell you his name and where he

1 a blue lived?”
brown Johnson shook his head. “No but I re-
ith rub- member I said something about the danger
brown, of picking up hitchhikers, and he said
‘ns,” he anybody who tried to steal a government
cn dark truck would be a fool. I let him out at the
seckered Noble and Washington Street underpass
in Indianapolis.”
fellow Brown telephoned Leach. The captain
rtridges agreed that it sounded like a lead. The
ere 38 Noble and Washington Street intersection
you. was only a block east of the rooming house
of ’em where Joan McMasters lived, and a half
dozen blocks from that where Neal had
panion roomed. Another thing: the hitchhiker
ellow of had been chewing on a match stem
. match throughout the trip, Johnson had noted.
Early Friday morning, from the Sey-
naterial mour Post, 65 miles south of Indianapolis,
im. Kid- O’Neal and Stewart, accompanied by a
o.a8 the state patrolman who knew Vurtis Neal,
be safer proceeded southward to Madison and
inty jail, across the long bridge over the rain-
: get the swollen Ohio River into Kentucky. In-
ble wit- termittently, over their car radio came the
staccato message to all officers:
“WATCH FOR VURTIS NEAL. HE IS BLUE-
: EYED, OF MEDIUM BUILD. HE IS FIVE FEET
arch for EIGHT AND ONE HALF INCHES TALL, HE
brought
anapolis
ietector
oat
Boy: NOT FOR SALE
had Want to buy a not-for-sale air-
‘e us field for one million dollars?
: Scotland Yard reported recently
in for that a South African, whose iden-
claimed tity was withheld, flew 5,000 miles
be. “Un- to inspect a large Royal Airfield
his wife, in England, and gave a group of
tuously. . confidence men a substantial “‘de-
over on posit” on the $1,000,000 pur-
raj cuase.
— “It was just like selling Brook-
his wife ve Bridge,” said one English
th officer.
sa eontl The confidence men were caught
‘s. “He’s but the victim decided not to pros-
et with ecute and returned to South Africa
vw,” she a sadder and wiser man.
—Peter Murgaski
O'Neal
for
ther of
hed _ WEIGHS ABOUT 148 POUNDS. BE CAREFUL;
ther two THIS MAN IS DANGEROUS. HE IS LIKELY TO
where- BE ARMED EITHER WITH A .22 CALIBER
-n alibi REVOLVER OR A .38, OR MAYBE BOTH. TAKE
NO CHANCES.”
a wi
eel, The patrolman, who knew Neal well,
like the filled in on his character. Born in Milton,
accom- Kentucky, across the Ohio from Madison,
he had been an incorrigible boy, given to
er’s little petty thefts. After forging some checks on
1d alter- relatives, he had crossed to Madison, where
ace sur. he married Kidwell’s fifteen-year-old sis-
ioht re- ter. Early in 1936 he was sentenced to
” a six months’ term on the penal farm for
etaile on stealing. Upon his release, on Sept. 4th,
Pana 1936, he had returned to Madison, but was
oP Then. invited to leave when he manhandled an
5 nen, elderly woman because he did not like
oe — a remark she had made. Neal had re-
fo _the turned to his wife, who was working in
ponse to Indianapolis and threatening to sue him
locating for non-support; but he had left her again,
om h to live at the Ohio Street rooming house.
om nel “He doesn’t sound much like a cold-
‘son told blooded killer,” O’Neal commented.
“Don’t kid yourself, Bob; he’s mean.”
Guard Among other things, Vurtis fancied him-
© way self a “ladies’ man,” the patrolman said;
ue had but it now appeared that his shabby treat-
; ment of women in general was catching
clothing, up with him. He had punched the gray-
vas with haired woman in Madison, and police had
a

driven him from the city. Then he had
deserted his dark-haired wife and robbed
his blonde sweetheart. Now it seemed he
had killed Bright.

Ar the village of Milton the Indiana
officers learned that Neal had been seen
hitching a ride to Carrollton, Kentucky,
thirteen miles up the river toward Cincin-
nati.

“Walton Banks is sheriff there,” O’Neal
said, “and I know him. He helped us
crack the Head-and-Hands case last sum-
mer. I’ll call ahead.”

Banks, a wiry veteran officer, greeted
them cordially at his office in the Carroll
County courthouse. “Neal was here,” he
told them. “I learned that he headed for
the home of a friend, at Eagle Station,
twelve miles east of here. Are you boys
ready to go on?”

“The sooner I get cuffs on that fellow,
the better I’ll feel,” O’Neal said. “Let’s
go.”

Eagle Station proved to be a “whistle
stop” for the L&N Railroad, near the east-
ern edge of Carroll County, not far from
the spot where the cement block contain-
ing the head and hands of Harry Miller
had been lifted from a lake by Banks six
months before.

The Kentucky officer drew up some dis-
tance from a frame house near the railroad
right of way. Smoke was billowing from
the chimney.

“I know the family here,” the sheriff said.

‘“They’re good citizens, but they might not

cotton to strangers; so I’ll go in first.”

“Watch your step, Sheriff,’ O’Neal
warned, “he’s got a gun.”

“So have I,” Banks said, as he headed
toward the rear door.

“My goodness, what brings you way out
here, Mr. Banks?” a motherly-appearing
woman greeted him, as the heavy door
opened inward.

The sheriff’s wiry form moved through
the doorway into the kitchen. ‘“Where’s
Vurtis?” he asked, casually.

“He’s in there. I’ll call him.”

“Don’t,” Banks said. He stepped to the
door and signaled.

A shock-headed, shirt-sleeved youth
leaned on the handle of a mop and man-
aged a sickly smile as the officers walked
in.

“I guess you know why I’m over here,
Vurtis,” the uniformed Indiana patrolman
said.

“About them checks, I suppose,” Neal
said, his lower lip trembling.

“That’s only part of it.”

The officers closed in, watchful. Stewart’s
hands went over the suspect in a quick
shake-down for weapons, finding none.
O’Neal snapped the handcuffs on. The
patrolman, assuming the sympathetic role,
led the prisoner outside for a “talk.”

“Where are his things?” Banks asked the
perturbed farmwife; and she brought them.

From the pocket of a blue overcoat
O’Neal took a .38 revolver. It was a short-
barreled gun, partially gold-plated. There
were six loaded shells in the cylinder.

“He won't talk,” the patrolman stated,
as he came in with the prisoner.

O’Neal held up the gun. “I found this
in your overcoat pocket, Is it yours?”

“No,” Neal said sullenly,-“it belongs to
another guy.”

“Has it been fired recently?”

“Yeah, but not by me.”

They helped the prisoner into his outer
clothing. “You don’t have to talk,” O’Neal
told him, “ballistics will prove that this is
the gun that killed William Bright, and the
paraffin test will show that you fired the
shots. Think it over.”

Neal said nothing. Later, on the way
to Carrollton, he admitted that he was “in

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twenty - Adri enthute hatte es of hin 3. ‘clock on Thursday

morning, October 13, 1938, Chiet of Detectives John
Taylor of Fort Wayne, Indiana, answered his tele-
phone at police headquarters and first heard of the
shocking crime that was to horrify the entire Middle
West.
' A woman’s high-pitched voice screamed hysterically:

“Send a policeman over quick! A terrible thing has
happened here...”

“Who is this calling?’”’ Chief Taylor cut in.

“IT am Mrs. Lillian Kelly. I run a rooming house at
922 Lafayette Street. A horrible murder has been com-
mitted here. Hurry!”

“T’ll send two men over,” said the chief.
turb anything until they get there.”

He put the telephone down and called two of his
detectives, Sergeants Martin Kammeyer and Horace
Smith. Then he notified the Fort Wayne coroner, Dr.
Walter E. Kruse.

The coroner and the two detectives reached the lodg-
ing house of Mrs. Kelly a few minutes later. It was a

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two-story building of frame and stucco not far from
the downtown district.

They were met at the door by an angular woman
with a long, thin neck and a pointed chin who seemed
trembling with excitement.

“T am Mrs. Kelly,” she said, pressing a shaking hand
to her high forehead. “The body is upstairs. I found
it only a quarter-hour ago. Come this way.”

The three men followed her up the stair to the second
floor and to a door at the rear. She swung the door
open and said:

“There! Look at that! That’s what I saw when I
looked in here this morning.”

On the floor lay the naked body of a small girl who
seemed not more than fourteen. It lay beside the bed
and the bed was in confusion, as if a violent struggle
had preceded her death. Indeed, everything in the room
was in disorder. A chair was overturned; a waste bas-
ket upset, its contents strewn about the floor; the table
was lying on its side.

Coroner Kruse stepped inside the room, followed by

CRIME DETECTIVE, June,
1939.

(Allen) on August 16, 1939, )

vut the knuckles
en clasped as he
‘te under a sud-
of their grip.
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{ his voice, as
question, was

hose scratches

course.” The
‘“e was a glint

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:oure clever,
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lie!” shouted

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man ?*

_battered away
he lank Tech
more nervous,
, hide his tur-
ptain, watching
© time to put

pened, Miller,”

in bed. for
nan and Alice
valls their sub-
ears, and your
ntimate picture
sin the privacy
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on the bed
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more and more

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carry out the
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“Ss room until
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he had time to
the hall and
opened it a
to come in.”
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nd...
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over his mouth
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story, he had

m was silent.
“All right, I
all about it.
could hear
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knocked on
my pajamas.
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and talked.
| remember
her,” Miller
his nervous-
disease, for
taking treat-

Taylor was

out it—I’ve
he fought
over her
zgled out

ulrty pig,
{ the pillow

back on her—that was to keep her from
crying out. I was so excited that I don’t
remember much else, but I must have
grabbed her throat then. Anyway, she went
limp.”

Sickened, the officers listened while Mil-
ler told how his powerful hands had sub-
dued the pathetic little figure.

“When I got up she wouldn’t say any-
thing. I shook her but I thought she had
fainted. What puzzles me is how those
step-ins got in her mouth. | must have put
them there but I—I can’t remember that
any more than I know how she got off
the bed onto the floor.”

hae collapsed, burying his head
in his arms. The police surgeon ad-
vised the officers not to question him fur-
ther that night. The next morning, how-
ever, the killer babbled endlessly of his
past life to whoever would listen.

“My mother has _ been in an insane
asylum since I was a boy,” Miller declared.
“My father lives in Racine, Wisconsin,
with my three brothers. I left home in
1926 and never returned until recently.
bummed to Mobile, Alabama, and was ar-
rested for vagrancy. The next day they
let me go and I shipped out on a boat
and saw a lot of the world as a sailor.

“In 1930 1 was in Philadelphia, jobless
and hungry. I took two ounces of lauda-
num to commit suicide, but I guess I was
just too ornery to die.

“In San Francisco a year later, a bunch
of us were drinking. A_ plate glass store
window was broken and I was arrested.
They let me go next day. Later the same

ear, they got me for violation of the

ann Act. 1 had been living all up and
down the West Coast with a prostitute
named Clara—I forget her last name.
served seven months of a three-year sen-
tence and was put on probation for two
years.

“In 1932 a man told authorities I tried
to kill him. I didn’t, but they put me in
a psychopathic ward for a few days before
letting me go. They threatened to revoke
my parole but finally gave that up, too.

“Next I went to South America, where
I worked as foreman of a construction
gang. I have a wife down there yet; she
is the niece of the President of Peru.

“A week after coming back to the States
in September, 1937, I shipped out on a
freighter as an able seaman, and made two
trips to the Black Sea and Mediterranean
ports. I quit in March, this year, and went
to work on an Atlantic Coast collier.
After that I got a job painting boats in
dry dock. .

“T hadn’t been home for a long time so
I went up to Racine and, after a short
visit, came on down here to school on
June 3.”

Later, Captain of Detectives Taylor had
Miller dictate and sign a formal confes-
sion. To further clarify the case for the
grand jury, the Fort Wayne detectives
took the culprit to Miss Girton’s room and
had him re-enact the crime while they
took pictures. Miller was able to go through
with only part of the grisly pantomime be-
fore he collapsed on the z

The grand jury indicted Miller for “mur-
der in the commission of assault” which
upon conviction carries a mandatory death
sentence in Indiana. As_ this is written,
Miller is still awaiting trial. His defense
will be built around an insanity plea.

His innocence vindicateds Howard Zim-
merman was set free at once. But he may
well shudder at how close he came to being
entangled in a tangle of circumstantial evi-
dence that might have sent him to the
electric chair. He was saved by the anxiety
of the real killer to pin the blame on him
—and by the clue of the neatly folded
skirt.

INSIDE DETECTIVE

Horror in the
Laboratory

(Continued from page 21)

his books, Kerr and Donnelley learned a
vast deal about the man’s weird character.
The clothes consisted of many silk shirts
in harsh, bright colors. His suits were of
the latest cut and the best tailoring. There
were fine linen handkerchiefs, and a wide
selection of colorful cravats.

“This guy sure thought a lot of him-
self,” Donnelley remarked.

Kerr was absorbed in a small black
memorandum book. On each page he
found a list of names «nd_addresses of
girls all over the world. He also found
a heap of letters to and from girls in vari-
ous parts of America and Europe.

There was also an assortment of photo- °
graphs and sketches of women nude, partly
draped, and in obscene poses.

Buried beneath the suits and shirts,
Donnelley found a magazine illustrated with
noted wrestlers and pugilists, which came
with a set of muscle exercises.

“Strong man stuff, eh?” he muttered.

But Kerr was examining an even more
interesting discovery—a large jar of white
crystals. The jar was heavy. Kerr was
convinced that the innocent-looking matter
he was holding was in reality death, in the
form of potassium cyanide—the poison that
killed Henry Gaw.

Armed with their clues, Kerr and Don-
nelley sped away to headquarters. They
made their report personally to Deputy
Chief Inspector Edward P. Mulrooney
and to Police Commissioner Grover
Whalen. These two ranking officers of the
world’s biggest police force studied every
sg, pe item and heard every detail.

eanwhile, reports were coming in from
the other investigators. Gaw, it was found,
had no enemies. Nor had he ever been
involved in any love affairs, There wa:
nothing to be‘ found in his life that might
point to a motive for his murder.

“Maybe we have no actual proof that
Baker. is the murderer,” Mulrooncy
snapped, “but everything in this pack of
stuff fairly cries out that the owner is a
queer, abnormal personality who should
be investigated.”

Mulrooney called .in a department
chemist. “Please analyze the contents of
this jar and report your findings to me
as soon*as you can. This is urgent.”

In less than an hour the report was in
Mulrooney’s hands. His eyes widened as
he read it. The detectives and the com-
missioner watched him curiously.

“Men,” he said, “that jar contains
seventy-three ounces of potassium cyanide,
one of the deadliest poisons in existence.
There is enough in that jar to kill 100,000
human beings!”

A profound hush stole over the room,

“Don’t forget,” Mulrooney added, “that
this man Baker still has in his possession
another large amount of stolen cyanide. So
long as he’s at large no man, woman or
child is safe!”

Appalled by_ the enormity of the case,
Commissioner Whalen at once snapped out
a department-wide command to 17,000
policemen :

“Get Baker, and get him quick !”

THE REPORT from the Bureau of
Identification stated laconically that there
was no record of Baker’s fingerprints.
Telegrams and cablegrams went out to
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the detectives, and knelt beside the
girl’s body. She was a strikingly
pretty little girl with dark eyes
and thick, lustrous black hair, now
lying in confusion about her face;
but the thing that instantly riveted
the coroner’s attention was a silk
undergarment that had _ been
stuffed inside her mouth.

He looked up at Mrs. Kelly, who
stood in the doorway, staring wide-
eyed, her thin hand pressed to her
bony cheek. “Who is this girl?”
he asked. ".

“ ER name,” said Mrs. Kelly,
trying to speak in a calm

‘tone, “is Alice May Girton. She
, came here from the W.C.T.U. This

is her room.”
“All right. Now tell us all you

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TALKS TO DETECTIVES——

Mrs. Lillian Kelly, in whose
house the tragedy occurred.

know about this affair.”
“At eight-thirty this morning,’ Mrs. Kelly told him,

“IT knocked on the door and called to Alice May that

it was time she was off for school.”

“Which school?”

“The International Business College: She was taking
a commercial course there.”

“All right. Go on.”

“There was no answer,” Mrs. Kelly went on, nerv-
ously twisting her thin fingers, “so I knocked again. I
thought she had overslept. Finally I opened the door
and—saw her there on the floor. I called to her. She
didn’t speak. Then I saw she was dead. So I ran to
the phone and called the police.”

Detective Kammeyer asked: “Have you any idea,
Mrs. Kelly, who might have killed her?”

She vigorously shook her head. “No. I can’t think
of anybody who would even want to hurt her. Alice
May was a lovable girl. Everybody liked her. I can’t
imagine why she was killed—or how it happened.”

“I think I'can answer that,” said Coroner Kruse, re-
moving the peach-colored
silk from the girl’s mouth.

‘‘She was stripped and PORCH OUTSIDE——
raped. The rapist stifled her room in which a child was
screams by thrusting this ravaged and murdered.

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“Your interest in Bonnie Leigh Scott
was purely a casual one?” was a ques-
tion buried in among the name, place
of birth, type of work data.

“Yas.”

Immediately the recording instru-
ment rocketed up, scrawling a jagged
line high upon the paper. Other pointed
questions were dropped in with inno-
cent ones. And on all questions relative
to Melquist’s relationship with Bonnie
Scott and his story of the night of Sep-
tember 22nd, the machine recorded the
suspect’s answers as lies!

A private lie-detector machine opera-
tor, famed for his ability in such cases,
now was called in. Using his own equip-
ment, this expert reached the same con-
clusion that the police had.

Confronted with. these duplicate re-
sults, Charles Melquist blanched, then
admitted he had slain Bonnie Scott in
a “fit of passion” when the teen-aged
beauty resisted his sexual advances.

The questioning continued, but in a
different vein.

“Bonnie did call you on the night she
was murdered?”

“She asked me to meet her, so I went
and met her and we stopped on the road
a while,” Melquist said. “I stopped
over by the house and when I came
back out I was talking and she was
goofing around. Then we started wrest-
ling around in the car. I grabbed a
pillow and I must have held it too long.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Because the next thing I knew, she
didn’t move any more.”

“Did you put the pillow over her
face?”

“Yes.”

“In other words, you smothered her?”

“Yes,”

“After you smothered her, what did
you do then?” ;

“Then I took her clothes off and
dumped her there on Mannheim Road.

I don’t know just what street it would
be. Like I said, I was going to bury the
body. I cut the neck a little bit and
that detached her head from the body
and I threw it away.”

“Then what did you do?”

“Then things were a little vague from
then on, but for some reason I had an
urge to cut some more.”

The young suspect disclosed that for
many months he had been tormented
with. horrible dreams in which women
and girls were stripped naked and toss-
ed into huge chopping machines, where
their bodies were cut into shreds.

“Can you recall the worst dream
you’ve had that you call horrible?” hei
was askéd.

“I had half a dozen of the same pat-
tern. I had dreams of cutting up women
into pieces.”

These dreams were always of women
he knew in real life. That was why,
Melquist said, he thought it was a
dream that he had killed Bonnie.

He had returned to the embankment
the Friday following the murder, with
intentions of burying the body. He
had been compelled to cut two: long
gashes in the girl’s torso, and to detach
her head.

Charles Melquist was taken through
a re-enactment of his crime on Tuesday,
November 18th, before Captain John
Roach, Chief Deputy Smith, and other
officials of the county and state.

On November 19th, 1958, a murder
charge was lodged against the suspect
by Du Page County authorities. The
butchered girl’s self-styled big brother
hung his head in shame. “I’m sorry
about it all. I don’t care what happens
to me.”

Melquist was tried in Wheaton, Illi-
nois, in April, 1959. Found guilty, the
verdict called for a sentence of 99 years
in prison.

NAKED REDHEAD ON THE FLOOR
(Continued from page 33)

“I don’t know his name. He’s- been
calling on Alice for several nights.”
Mrs. Kelly added that she had a firm
rule against her women lodgers receiv-
ing men in their rooms, but occa-
sionally waived it in the case of such
an obviously nice girl as Miss Girton
and only on the condition that her door
was left open.

“When did he leave?” the captain
demanded.

“J don’t know exactly,” the landlady
said, “but it must have been quite late.
He came around eight o’clock. I let
him in. He was still here when I went
to bed.”

She described the dead girl’s caller
as tall and slender, in his late 20’s with
dark hair and heavy-lidded eyes. She
had no idea where he lived, nor did she

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“What about your other roomers?”
Taylor asked. “Did any of them men-
tion hearing any unusual noises last
night?”

“No, but I haven’t talked to them
about this.”

“Don’t. say a word. Just ask the
others not to leave until I have a chance
to ‘sée them.”

Mrs. Kelly, still stunned by the
tragedy, nodded. “I suppose you no-
ticed her hand,” she said. “Alice had
been crippled since childhood, Infan-
tile paralysis. I think it must have af-
fected her whole life. She was very
self-conscious about it, but she seemed
flattered when men talked to her.”

The doorbell rang and the landlady
went down to answer it, Allen County
Coroner Walter E. Kruse and Dr. B. W.
Rhamy, city toxicologist, came up to
the room, followed by two men with
a stretcher.

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room of Mrs. Lillian Kelly’s boarding house in Fort ened
Wayne, Indiana. Men and women lodgers commented Capt
on the news and weather while they enjoyed breakfast at it to a dete
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Alice May Girton didn’t come down to breakfast.

Frightened man gave evasive answers when questioned.

There was no answer.

The landlady was puzzled, because Alice May usually
was first at the table each morning.

She was a shy, pretty girl of 17, with long auburn
hair, wide-set green eyes and a soft, sweet smile. Only two
months ago she had come to Fort Wayne from her home in
Winchester, Indiana, to attend the International Business
College. At first she had stayed at the Women’s Christian
Temperance Union home on Berry Street. Then, on October
6, she had moved to Mrs. Kelly’s, only one block from Fort
Wayne police headquarters.

Once again the landlady called to her tardy lodger.
“Alice May, are you up?”

Still there was no reply. Clucking anxiously to herself,
Mrs. Kelly started up the stairs, At the second floor she
turned down a dim hallway toward the front of the house
and knocked on the door of the girl’s room, When there
was no response, she turned the knob and opened the door.

At first she did not see the girl. Sunlight streamed into
the room through two large windows and a French door
opening on the front balcony. The bed was unoccupied and
its coverings had been thrown to one side toward the wall.

Then Mrs. Kelly saw her. Sprawled face down on a
rug beside the bed was the nude body of Alice May Girton,
her arms outflung, her long red hair tangled around her
slim shoulders.

For an instant the landlady thought Alice had fainted.
But rushing to her side, she saw the slender girl was dead.

Mrs, Kelly turned and ran from the room. Downstairs
she hastily threw a jacket around her and a few minutes
later stood before the desk of Captain John Taylor in the
detective bureau at Fort Wayne police headquarters, excit-

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December, 1964


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ARTERS DETECTIVE

There was no outcry—no frantic call for help—but time was running out

edly telling of her grim discovery. “I don’t know how it
happened,” she said. “I went up to the girl’s room to see why
she didn’t answer my calls, and there she was.”

Captain Taylor took down the information and handed
it to a detective. “Call the coroner,” he directed. “And bring
a squad to this address at once. I'll go ahead.”

The husky, square-jawed captain, young for one of
his rank, accompanied Mrs, Kelly out to the street. On the
short walk back tothe rooming house, the landlady told
him what she knew about Alice May Girton.

As they neared the house, Taylor saw that it was a
two-story white stucco building with a front veranda on the
ground floor above it, a roofed balcony opening off the
second.

Mrs. Kelly pointed, “That’s her room up there,” she
said.

Taylor followed the landlady into the house. On the
way to the stairs, he glanced through an arched doorway
into the dining room, Two men were still. at the table finish-
ing their breakfast; one young, the other middle age.

“Tenants of mine,” Mrs, Kelly whispered. “I haven’t
told them about Alice. I came straight to you first.”

“Just as well,” Taylor said, “We'll want to talk with
them later.”

Ep RStAirs, the landlady waited outside in the hall while
the captain entered Alice Girton’s room. The body lay
at the side of the bed, from which the lower sheet hung
down diagonally, indicating that she had been rolled or
dragged off the mattress to the floor.

Bending over the corpse, Taylor noticed at once that
the girl’s left hand was deformed, withered to half its normal
size, Except for this imperfection, her body was symmetrical
and well-developed.

No, bruises or other marks of violence were visible.
Then Taylor saw that a pair of silk panties had been stuffed
into the girl’s mouth. Apparently she had been suffocated,
yet it seemed incredible that the killer could have held the
gag in place until she was dead without causing a com-
motion which would have aroused the household. And there
were no signs whatever of a struggle

Glancing around the room, the captain saw its furnish-
ings neatly in place. Near the bed was a large dresser cov-
ered with toilet articles, framed photographs and a silk-
shaded lamp. Between the two windows on the opposite
side was a writing table covered with a heavy fringed scarf.
On it were books, pencils, writing pads and other school
supplies, The single misplaced article in the room was a
pillow. It lay on the floor beside the corpse,

Taylor walked over to the French door leading to the
balcony and tried it. The door was locked, as were the
windows. It was clear that the slayer had entered and left
through the hall door.

The captain called Mrs, Kelly into the room, “Did
you hear any sounds up here last night?” he inquired.
“Any screams, loud talk or quarreling?”

“Not a thing,” the landlady replied. “My room. is
downstairs, in the back. “I’m a light sleeper, but I awakened
only once, That was when the young man left.”

“What young man?” (Continued on page 59)

HEADQUARTERS DETECTIVE


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furnished Taylor with important in-
formation, They found that the girl
had been dead not more than seven
hours. It was then nine o'clock, mean-
ing that she had died some time after
2 A.M.

Both medical men agreed that Alice
had not been killed by the gag. It was
not far enough back in her throat to
have caused suffocation, indicating she
was already dead when it was thrust
into her mouth.

“Then how did she die?” Taylor de-
manded.

“I can’t say for sure,” Doctor Rhamy
replied. “But it appears she was suffo-
cated in some other manner, possibly
with that pillow on the floor, The
panties were stuffed into her mouth as
a needless precaution, In other words,
the killer was taking no chances.”

The captain nodded. “It probably
was the pillow. That would account for
the absence of a struggle or any out-
cries.”

There were indications, Doctor
Rhamy said, that the girl had been
raped, This could not be established
for certain, however, until the autopsy
was completed

Nevertheless, the officers were con-
vinced that the slayer had been bent on
a sexual attack. Alice Girton’s cloth-
ing, except for the wadded-up panties,
lay neatly across a nearby chair. At the
foot of the bed, just beneath the cov-
ers, was her sheer silk nightgown.

Obviously, the young redhead al-
ready had undressed and prepared to
retire when she was assaulted, The
killer had stripped off her gown and
smothered her with the pillow in
order to carry out his evil purpose.
Later, in a panic, he had grabbed up
the panties from the chair and stuffed
the garment into her mouth to make
certain she was dead.

C APTAIN Taylor looked up as other
detectives arrived from headquart-
ers. While Doctor Rhamy and Coroner
Kruse followed the stretcher-bearers
down to the street with the body,
Taylor briefed his men on what had
been developed.

Then Sergeants Horace Smith and
Martin Kammeyer joined the captain
in a careful examination of the dead
girl’s personal effects, Most of them
were put away neatly in the dresser
drawers.

Alice had saved her high school re-
port cards. Her marks were invariably
high, and her deportment was excel-
lent. With the cards were letters from
her parents in Winchester. Their com-
ments indicated they were pleased with
the progress she was making in business
college. There was no hint of any
trouble or distress.

In a far corner of one drawer, the
lawmen found the girl’s leather-bound
diary. Taylor read the contents slowly
as the others looked over his shoul-
ders, For the most part, it was the
innocuous record of the daily doings
of an average young woman, but the
last few entries seemed significant.

60

Alice had written that she was having
dates with a young man named Harold
Ford. They had gone to dances together
and occasionally a movie, and some-
times they had dinner downtown.
The first reference to Ford in the
diary stated that she had met him in
a cafe on Berry Street: She had gone
there alone and Ford had stopped at
her table to talk with her. Pleased
with his looks and manner, she had
agreed to see him again.
Alice had described her new acquain-
tance as tall, dark and handsome. She
noted that he was a furnace repairman,
apparently employed by a local firm.
This was a lead which should be fairly
easy to check. _ ;
There was nothing in the diary to
indicate that the girl feared anyone or
had any foreknowledge of danger, Cer-
tainly, she seemed to have nothing but
trust and confidence in Harold Ford. é
Taylor dropped the journal into his
pocket and accompanied the other de-
tectives downstairs. Several uniformed
men were waiting in the vestibule. He
sent one up to guard the room and
stationed the others around the house.
While Sergeants Smith and Kam-
meyer began a systematic search of the
premises for possible clues, including
fingerprints, Taylor turned his attention
to the two male lodgers he had seen at
the breakfast table. He found them
waiting for him in the living room,
where Mrs, Kelly introduced them.
The younger man was named Adrian
Miller, He wore steel-rimmed glasses

- and his high forehead gave the impres-

sion of superior intelligence. Clad in
a light zipper jacket, he sat in a lounge
chair calmly smoking a pipe. Mrs. Kelly
explained that Miller was an engineer-
ing freshman at the Indiana Technical
College in Fort Wayne.

Across the room, on a sofa, sat a
thin little man in his middle 40’s, The
landlady introduced him as Stanley V.
Malson, an accountant in a lumber yard
on the south side of town. Malson kept
looking at his watch, obviously anxious
to leave for work.

Both men expressed surprise and
shock when Taylor informed them,
without mentioning any details of the
crime, that Alice May Girton had been
murdered some time the previous night.

“I understand you both sleep on the
second floor,” the captain added, “I
want to know if either of you heard or
saw anything suspicious during the
night.”

Malson said he had retired early and
slept soundly throughout the night. He
could recall nothing at all unusual.

Adrian Miller, the student, put down
his pipe and leaned forward. “Maybe I
can help you, Captain,” he offered.”
My room isn’t far from Alice Girton’s.
Sometimes I could hear her moving
around in there, Last night, about
eight o’clock, a young man called on
her. I saw him when he passed my open
door. He was a tall fellow, good-look-
ing, with dark hair and drooping eye-
lids, He looked straight at me as he
walked past.”

The captain nodded. The description
of the girl’s visitor checked with what
Mrs. Kelly already had told him,

“This man stayed with Alice all eve-
ning,” Miller continued. “I thought it
was a little strange, because she was
a nice girl and never had men in her
room that late. He was still there when
I turned in at about one o'clock, I
slept for a while. Later I woke up and
saw him leave. You see, I keep my door
open for ventilation.”

“You’re sure it was the same dark-
haired chap you saw leave?” Taylor
asked.

“I’m positive. I’d say it was around
half-past two.”

F the student’s recollection was ac-

curate, that would place the slain
girl’s visitor on the scene at about the
time of the murder. “Do you know
anything about this man?” Taylor asked
quickly,

Miller nodded. “I had a talk with
Alice about him here in the living room
one evening last week—I believe it was
Tuesday, just before dinner. She told
me a few things, how she had first met
him and that he had been in Fort
Wayne only a couple of months.”

“Did she mention his name?”

“No, but I heard her call him by his
first name when she met him at the
door of her room last night. It was
Harold.”

“Harold Ford?” Taylor completed.
“Alice wrote about him in her diary.”

“That must be it,” the student
agreed, “He’d been calling on her for
several nights, But he never stayed that
late before so far as I know.”

Miller said he had no idea where
Ford lived, but promised Taylor he
would remain available to supply furth-
er information if needed.

‘The captain returned to headquarters
with Smith and Kammeyer, who had
found nothing helpful in their further
search of the rooming house. Their next
task, they agreed, was to find Ford.

Taylor had a fairly good description
of the suspect, and also knew that he
had met Alice Girton in a Berry Street
cafe, Perhaps he was a frequenter of
restaurants and dance halls in that
neighborhood,

He pointed out that the landlady had
told him Alice formerly had roomed at
the WCTU home, which was located
at 424 Berry St. “It’s possible that the
cafe where she met Ford is near there,”
Taylor said. “At least, that’s the place
to start, Canvass the entire neighbor-
hood and see if you can get a line on
this fellow.”

It was now about eleven o'clock on
the morning of Monday, October 10th,
1938. Shortly before noon, Coroner
Kruse called Taylor with the results of
the autopsy. As they had suspected,
Alice May Girton had been criminally
assaulted before she was slain, The
theory that she was suffocated before
the panties were stuffed into her mouth
had been substantiated.

Within the next hour, Sergeant Smith
phoned the captain that he and Kam-

HEADQUARTERS DETECTIVE

+ y meme meme NPR i at

meyer had pic
suspect was kr
district and hz
morning. ;

A few min
tectives took
and brought !
questioning.

Harold For«
man with thick
and sullen, da!
asleep as he w:
captain motion
the desk.

Ford licked
gave his age a
was in Riga,
hesitation, he
May Girton.
Taylor, he co:
her for the firs
day evening in

“T was sittin
and this girl c
recalled. “I v
sat down an
danced a little
I thought she \

Alice was t!
home, Ford a
borhood wher
saw her next, |
moved to a
house on Lafa
home that eve
not invite him

By this time
the redhead. ©
Monday night
to a movie.
going steady

“What abot
Taylor asked.

“T called a
o’clock,” For

let me in. I

going out, s«

“What tir
Ford hesita
said at last. *
guess, but not
“What do y
Taylor snapp
nearly three |
“I’m sure
suspect insiste
more than tw
The captain

like it, As a

witness who s

thirty. He sa

girl’s room at
Taylor turr
police chief :
check on this
The sergea
and the capte
ing.
“What hay
with Alice up

Ford shrug
talked, and s
guessing gam
it. My mista}

“Did you ¢

“Quarrel?”
ing his brows
fight, but it

HEADQUARTERS


Mewes Arad

were served by the W. B.
members.

es aD 1
. mimbers
junce AL

by
excellent musical program. Wil-
bert Wright, local Legionnaire,
then entertained with a brief ex-

veterans,
5 has al-
We berorc
Wiecking
nue to be

| “more.”

ge hurled,
anization,: _ Grectings

Economy |
ts para-
t to curb
to have
’ books
measures
anization, |
ecking, is
evelt, son
Roosevelt.
ould turn '
knew of)
. Archie, |
cing said.:
a . past!
Indiana |
hy refuted!
by League!
egislation ;
p tax bur-!
deral re-

through
d for the

” from ‘the

city. It wag the first district meet-
ingheld in this city since 1925:
' The tables were arranged
lengthwise of the large banquet
room, with one table extending the
‘ width of the room for the speaker

candles were: used om each table
with -the napkins bearing patriotic
insignias. ‘The food was served
teeming hot and the menu _was
delicious. ee

Maurice Tull, of Kokomo, ‘aise
trict commander of the Legion,
was then called upon to introduce
Attorney Wiecking. At the conclu-
sion of the banquet, tickets were
sold on a lamp raffle, which was
later won at the Legion headquar-
of Econ- ters by N. O. Bonewitz, of Hun-/|
facts and| tington. ; Be ai ae
t. ¥et, is Separate Meetings ‘
the per-) At the legion headquarters, sep-
league ic! arate meetings were held ‘by the
ak Cateel- Legion Auxiliary and Legionnaires.
. - Mrs. Walter Markin, president of
iS now al-/ the local chapter of. the Auxiliary, |
Attorney | had charge of .:the meeting of the
ewed the} women, in the
is’ Legion:
2, ‘Over
Germany
and Italy

concerning the work of the district ;
(as. the various chairmen gave their
_Teports.

Mrs. Phillip: C. Klaus, of Marion,
effort. on! chairman, of the soldier’s hospi-
organize | tal committee, gave an interesting
ing force! talk-on the work there. She gave }!
: coloring | a report on the needs of the hos- |!
take 4} pital, such-as ‘work there. She}:
when gave: a report on the needs of the |’
nn hospital, such as. canned gpods, };
der then jellies, and tie3, sox and cigarettes |}
measures | for the patients.
bled: vet-|.- The district chairman of ‘Re-
fs, Stating ‘ habilitation, Mrs. Shelton’ G. Sil-
ption, all verburg, of Marion,, entertainingly
in. passed described the fifth district birth-
» Legion. day party, held at the Marion sol-
" Wieck-' diers’ hospital, recently: “Bight |!
relief bej hundred: cookies were distributed
Ans rath~} among: the patients in the hospital
gg | and! the wards, that day.

i g our!
enevolent |

The inmates.of the hospital,
who still‘ want fo: do “their bit.”
are making hooked rugs, wall
National} placques and various ornamental
and di~| bits. of bric-a-brac,
Fing. read; placed, on sale, to. aid in financing
ecord, 4° the-institution. Mrs. T. A. Caugh-
operated lin, who is chairman of the Ser-
was Ob- | vice Sales committee, from Hunt-
s. worth ington, told of these things and ask!
S where- that each unit, if possible, buy at
d to do jeast twenty-five dpllars worth of
: reduced | these articles.” _

The meeting was then ‘adjourned
i by Mrs. Markin.
: Legion Meeting
to sac-| The Legionnaires took up a gen-.

They! eral discussion of: the veterans
n behalf! legislation at their meeting, and
want tO} decided to join. a° national cam-
the sta-! paign against the propaganda. of
te that the National’ Economy — league.
cost the Membership. quotas for each posi

yut relief !
hen. and ;

City post were extended to visiting | #!
Legionnaires and Auxiliary mem-|'
‘bers by Floyd Cottrill, commander
of the Paul O. Moyer post of this

and distinguished guests. Lighted

‘lounge room.. A:
tound table discussion was held’

sea

During the course of
' the banquet, the Gypsie Trio, aided:
Clyde Sussman, furnished an

hibition of juggling, and his “act”
was stormed. He retired under a, i]
\ storm of applausé and calls for , ©Y:

Hartford | Pee: Jane Haynes and Mary

‘which arel,

-the heating stove,

ey, Mrs. Virgil Hact,

Ethel Brown,
| Charlotte Simison, Ruut
+Minnie Everett, Mrs. Charles
‘bert, Mary Katherine Stewart, Mrs.
|Athur Stewart, Mrs. Clifford Ris-
Mrs. Roscoe
jorie Risley, Mary Fees, Mrs. Lena

aynes. |
Among’ those -in attendanct:
were: M. C. Tull, of Kokomo; F:

and Mrs. George M. Bebout,

of Dunkirk;. Mr. and Mrs. V. G.
Walmer, of Marion; Mr. and Mrs.
‘and Mrs. Clay Kearns, of Marion;

Marion;
Baueritz,

R. B.,
Gus Behr

ler and Rolland Miller, of, Dunkirk;

Newcastle;
! ton; Dr. and Mrs. Shelton Stlver-
| burg, of Marion; Mr. and Mrs. T.
D. Feegel, Mrs. T. A..Coughlin and
Mrs. Harry Elinger, of Hunting-
ton; Mr. and Mrs. Dave Wheeldon.
Mr. and Mrs. William Florence,
Mrs. Harry Snyder, G. J.. Over-
myer, T. P# Reidy, Mr. and Mrs:
Ernest Cook, Nelson C: Townsend,

ick, Mrs. Edith King, Alma McEl-
downey, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Mar-
kin, Mr. and Mrs. Floyd Cottrill,
: Wirth. Gadbury, Mr. and Mrs. C.
iL. Euphrat, Mr. and Mrs. Walter
|; Morris, Mr. and’ Mrs. W. B. Ely
‘and son, Mr. and Mrs.-L. K. Cullen,
\K.. S. Field, Mr. and Mrs. Robert
Bonham, Mr. and Mrs. T. C. Fees,
‘Mr: and Mrs. W. B. Rosenbaum,
Jr, Mr and Mrs. William. Dove,

;Overmyer, Raymond Maddox, Jack
Dolan, C. S. Brandt, P. H. Haw-
‘thorne, Roy B. Toll, Mrs. Walter
'‘Shick and Mrs. Norma’ Johnson.

YOUNG SLAYER

H ;
i. (Continued from front. page)
i

‘milking, and was. alone
‘house for perhaps ten minutes be-
‘fore: he heard his aunt enter.”

‘he: went +o the rear kitchen, where.
he knew the shot gun had been
placed, or where: the Moores were

went into the parlor.

kitchen for several minutes
then she .came into the living
room.. From: his place in the par-
lor; he. could see her plainly. Moore
raised the weapon on two differ-
ent occasions to shoot her, but
each time lost his nerve.’ The

in the house.”

living’ room, apparently .to. go to
weapon and fired. No words were
spoken. The aunt never knew
‘possibly what. hit hers."

he

billion in the district were also discussed
en turn and a committee was named to
twenty-| determine upon the quotas. .
be can-j Cottrill, local commander,
iator, is| mittee. =
Economy
mg said,
mbership ' Jarge silk American Flag, presented.’
yrd' hac. | to the Kokomo post by Glenn. Hill-
hisquided, i jis. of thut city, a recent republican |,
rity that, candidate for congress. It is. the
General |

-of the! unfurled in this city, and excited|

“by vir- | much praise. It is said to'be the
y. Johs | most perfect flag in Indiana. .»
mandant! Members of the W.-B: A. lodge

ditionaty. who were in: charge of the delici-
-/ous banquet, preparing it and
serving it im a highly pleasing
Manner, were: Mrs. Mart Ander-

p

Floyd ; house.
was , , parently did not hear the shot.
named: & ~member. of ‘his ‘com-!was perhaps a half hour later that
; the entered the. house, the. youth
The visiting Kokoino Legion-|said.. He then walked from the
naires had brought to this city the/ living room. to the kitchen door, |

‘it.

most beautiful American flag ever}; :

Then, according. to Moore,

His uncle, Bert Moore, ap-
It

faced ale uncle and “let him have

”

‘attorney inquired of the slayer.

slayer rejoined. .
“Why did you do it?”
*“T don’t know—I don’t know why

Markins, Mar-

C. Goyer, of Kokomo; Mrs. Aman-
da Depoy,.-Olive Linn, of Dunkirk:
Mrs, Philip Kiaus, of Marion; Mr.
of
Marion; Virginia Hardy ,of Marion;
Ruth Borton and Edna* Stevenson,

| Gerald. Knox, of Marioh; Mr. and
| Mrs. Von Treber, of Marion; Mr. |,

Mr. and Mrs. Earl Messersmith, of
Johnson, N. O
and Ned
Brown, of Huntington; John But-

Cc. F. Payne and J: H. Klinger, of
Cc. W. Mount, of Tip-

“Did it uncle seé you?” the} }

avi fs.

Jacobs,. Mrs. James Fannery.
Mrs. Mouie Roush, Mrs. T. A. Keg~-
erreis, Mrs. Henrietta Palmer,. Mrs.
Mrs. Sam Simison,
Woriey,
Gil- |}

Fred A. Wiecking, Evelyn Roder- }

}Marion: Yount, Mr. and Mrs. Jerry |

‘uncle: and aunt were. at the barn
in the |,

In},
getting into the house, Moore. said}

accustomed to keeping it, and then }, -
He said hej”
heard his aunt working about the |" :
andi}! °

aunt did not know of his presence |
The third time she entered the |:
he raised the]

stood. silent a. few moments in the },

j

i: ©.
SYNOPSIS

Priscilla, lovely young diuchter
of the lsie Sir John Harradine,
Captzin- General of the Leeward
Isles, ‘eaves the West Indies aboard’
the “Centaur” bound for England.
She is accompanied by the pee
pous, middle-aged Major Sands,
her father’s aide, who seeks to win
her hand and fortune. The time is
1690; the scene, the Spanish Main.
Although his chances for succeed-
ing Sir John as Captain-General:
‘were negligible, the Major leads:
Priscilla to believe he gave up the!
opportunity in order to be with her.;
She, however, considers him one: of |
the family. At Barbados, Monsieur!
Charles de .Bernis, distinguished |
looking Frenchman, comes aboard.,
Fearing pirates, Captain Bransome}
* of the “Centaur” refuses. to ‘take
De Bernis to Guadeloupe, but of. |
‘fers to let him off at Sainte Croix.
Priscilla, attracted by De Bernis,
resefits the Major’s hostility
towards the Frenchmen. When Cap-
tain Bransome stops at Roseau,|
Priscilla, Major Sands and De Ber-
nis go ashore. The major’s belief
that De Bernis is an adventurer is
strengthened a burly, ill-
kempt Frenchman, reeking of rom
and tobacco, greets De Bernis in anh.
impudently familiar tone. .

when

‘CHAPTER FIVE...

gentleman. Most queer. Like the
quality. of his friends. More than
ever I wonder who the asides che may

“A queer encounter. for our ‘fine |‘

” He sang some little
- Priscilla with stin|

be.”

But Miss Priscilla was : impatient
of his wonder and his amusement.
She found! him petty. She knew the
islands: better, it seemed’, tham did
y he. She knew that. colonial life

could impose the oddest associa-
tions on, a man, and that only the
rash or the ignorant would draw
conclusions fram them. . .

She said something of the kind.

“Odds ‘life, ma’am! D’ye defend
“him?”

“Pye not perccived him ta be at-

tacked, unless you mean: to; attack
him, Bart. After all, Monsieur de |;
Bernis has never pretended that he
comes: to us from Versailles.” _

“That will be because he doubts
if’ it would’ carry conviction,  Pisk,.
child!’ Thet fellow’s. am adventurer.”
' Her ‘agreement shocked and dis-
mayed him more than contradic-
tion could have done. z

“Sq [ had.supposed, she. smiled’
distractingly. “I love adventurers
and’ the adventurous.”
Only the fuct that de Bernis ¢ame
striding to overtake them. saved her
from. a homily. But Ker answer,
which: the Major accounted flippant,
rankled with him; and it may have
been due to this that after supper
that night,-when they were all as-
sembled. in, the great cabin, ‘he al-
luded to the matter cZ that meet-
ing.

“hat was a queer abe Mon-
sieur de Bernis,. your coming face
to face with an been ra rome:
on: Dominica.”

“A queer hanna: tidead bie the
Frenchman agreed readily. poeee

oe

we

“IT expect he did.- I was about in];

"front of him when I shot,” the pean finery discarded. “It was La-

. ‘went on:

was an old brother-in-arms.” ew
\The. Major’s sandy Srawa, went
up. “¥e’ve been a soldier, sir?”
There ‘was an odd light in the
Brenchman’s. eyes. as for a- long
moment they considered his ques-
tianer. He seemed faintly amused.
“Oh, after a: fashion,” he said at
last. Then -he swung to Bransome,
who sat at’ his ease now, in cotton
shirt and calico drawers, the Euro-

farche, Captain. He tells me, that
he is trading with you.” And he
“We were on Santa Cata-

I shot them—TI tell you I don't
know!” the slayer added.

Moore said he did not ‘intend
first to shoot them when he

‘
went

lina together under the Sieut Si-
non, and amongst the very few
3:0 «survived the ‘pani sh raid

there of Perez de Guzr
farche and f and two oth
had hidden ourselves in
field, when: all was lost, 9
that night in an open b
contrived to reach the Maj
wounded, and my left arm
broken by a piece of lan
ing the bombardment. But
do not come to hurt us,.as
ians say. It saved. my lif
was my uselessness drove
}hiding, where the other th
wards joined me. They
first wounds I took. E ¥
itwenty at the time. Only n
and my vigour saved my
'my life in- the trials and h
‘that followed. So far as I
hwere the anly four who
‘alive of the hundred and
‘men who were on Santa
with.-Simon. When Perez
island, he ruthlessly ave
defence it had. made by p
ithe sword. every man who
‘mained alive. A vile mas
wanton cruelty.”

left the matter there but tl}
Priscilla broke: the ensuing
to press him for more deta

colony which Mansvelt ha
lished. on Santa Catalina,
they. had: gone to: work te d
the land, planting maize a
tains, sweet. potatoes, cass:
tobacco. Whilst. she listenec
;with parted lips and soften
jhe drew a picture of the

‘ing: condition which h:
jreached by the plantatio
‘Don. Juan Perez de Guzm:
‘over from Panama, with fo
and an overwhelmin
;wreak his mischief.

‘Simon’s proud answer wh:
ymoned to surrender: that
the. settlement for the

|; Crown, and that sooner th
it up, he and’ those with hi:
‘yield up their lives.. He stirr
blood by the picture he dre:
gallant stand made -by th:
garrison against the overw'
Spanish odds. And he- mov
to: compassior by the tale
massacre that followed a
wanton destruction of the
tions so laboriously hoed.

He fell pensive, and mig

In yielding, he: told he

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of crime,
admitted
raction of
ld be the
vine guid-
before he
nh likewise

robbery
‘iet Black-
the cover
ne of -his
seated his
jury and

the past
the killer
His mind
y revert
me. ‘His
he makes

4

Emshwil-
down the
e, has re-
mstery sur-
t officials
mdays, the
iree days
had been
Pp, There
re in cap:
th selects
| the law

of the
liary. It
he speak-
nue their
ns, ‘war

«

y; Mrs. Ben
uble, Mrs-
rs. Ernest
Hart, Mrs.
s Fannery,
T. A Keg-
imer, Mrs.
mn Simison,
h Worley,
narles Gil-

Kins, Mar-
Mrs. Lena
and Mary

attendance
<okomo; F.
firs. Aman-
pf Dunkirk.
arion; Mr.

of Marion;
ersmith, of
bon, N..O,
and Ned
John But-
bf Dunkirk;
Klinger, of
t, of Tip-
ton Silver-
d Mrs. T.

Hunting~
Wheeldon,
Fiorence,
J. Over-
and Mrs:
Townsend,
yn Roder-
ima McEi-
alter Mar-
G Cottrili, :
ad Mrs. C

Taltor
Falter

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ewart, Mrs. }
ifford Ris-.:

ughlin and }-

‘upstairs bedroom and’ searched the |
bureau drawer.
watches on the dresser and stole
them, picking up some rings.
denied stealing any money.

cash.on his person when he went
to the
told ‘two tramps, with whom he

have any
would rob him. The two tramps,
who gave. officers, their first tang-
ible clew in the .case, have been
held -as material
They will now be released.7y 0!"
. Attorney Bonham then went in-
to: detail with Moore about the in-
dictment, which carried a man-
datory death sentence.
told that he had the privilege of
pleading’ guilty and that his case
would then go before a jury. ~.

anyway,” Moore~replied.
‘to get it over with. I want to plead
\guilty. -I dont want. to be here
Tong. 52.29% y=

entered the plea of guilty and rex
ceived the death penalty...

Moore made no comment. He has
talked little about his case.
has not asked about- relatives, and 1 _ or
at 1:30 o’clock Thursday afternoon, ,and did only what the Jaw in-

to the home. This “idea” struck! at the jail to ask about him.
him he Said after arriving there. | |

He did not make a scarch of the!

He saw two}

He
Moore said he had about $70. in
Moore home. He said he

came to this city, that he did not
money for fear -they |

witnesses here.

He was

“A jury.-would find me _ guilty
“I want

He was their lead by the sheriff
nto the -court room, where he

During the trip back to the Jail;
He

none of his relatives had appeared | structed them to do: Su es

science-stricken, murder-ridden: boy,

JOHN MOORE SEALED

fore the court? % ¢>

grand jurors. also felt the gravity
of the case, but they acted only.
under the-guidance of the

When Coroner W. W. Ayres files
his official verdict,in the murders,

house -until after he had killed}the document will now place the. -
both of them. He then went to an/Suilt upon Moore. The, verdict will

say in substance that Charles A.
Moore and his wife, Violet, met
death from gun- shot wounds in
the head, inflicted: from “a shot-
gun in the hands of John Edward
Moore... +: orice eo eh
Moore has yet failed to shed a
tear over the murders. He ‘appears
remorseful, but that is all.. ..',

~ CONFESSED SLAYER’

+: (Continued from rront pags) *

spread its warming rays ovér the
assembled mourners. The. grief-
stricken relatives stood stoically |:
with bowed heads-as the twin cas-
kets were lowered in the graves. A |.
few stifled sobs were heard and
then silence. The souls of the two
were at rest: However, ‘a’ con-.|
must. yet pay the “eye-.for an] :
eye and tooth fora tooth” demand-| § Behe B®
ed by society and the law. *.._ eee,

x 2 though
time of were’. .«

Danek

(Continuea on pate four) .-
Prosecutor Emshwiller and. the
ant fine.”

law,

i: Hamilton, .Ohid,

he asserts that

him too busy to marry this 76-yeare
‘0.4 YeSiGcaw OF puwes Cuu «vy. w.u0,
Everett Reese, bas found time to
rear forty-seven foster children,
nearly all of whom, he says, “turned
The good Samaritan first
began taking: an interest in children
without homes when he was deliv-
ering ‘milk: at the Children’s. Home

| ETT

‘Baddy Long Legs’ }

| QUICK ACTIC

Thursday |.,, -.’

‘

W. B. Ely
KE Cten.|

‘resefits the Major’s hostility

- «|, SYNOPSIS). =; re

- Priscilla, lovely young daughter
of the late Sir John Harradine,
Captain- General of the Leeward
Isles, leaves the West Indies aboard
the “Centaur” bound for England.
She is accompanied by the pom-
pous, middle-aged Major Sands,,
her father’s aide, who seeks to win
her hand and fortune. The time is
1690; the scene, the Spanish Main.
Although his chances for succecd-;
ing Sir John as Czptain-General

’ were negligible, the Major leads

Priscilla to believe he gave up the/
opportunity in order to be with her.
She, however, considers him one of
the family.. At Barbados, Monsieur)
Charles de. .Bernis, distinguished{
looking Frenchman, comes abcard.,
Fearing pirates, Captain Bransome}
of the “Centaur” refuses to take
De Bernis to Guadeloupe, but of-;
fers to let him off at Sainte Croix.
Priscilla, attracted by De Bernis,

towards the Frenchman, When Cap-
tain Bransome stops ‘at Roseau,
Priscilla, Major Sands and De Ber-
nis go ashore. The major's belief
that De Bernis is an adventurer is
strengthened wheh a burly, ill-

_ kempt Frenchman, reeking of rum|{-
and tobacco, greets De Bernis in an}.

impudently familiar tone,

_'CEAPTER FIVE

“A queer encounter for our ‘fine |’

gentleman. Most quecr. Like the
quality of his friends. More than
ever Il wonder who the devil he may

be ”
But Mies Priscilla was impatient
of hi; ¥ eer anu dite we wre mMoen

Rafael |
7 Sabatini.

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HONE 103

(Cantinued tiuin ison

reports from the hunters

Send their regards to t

| friends in this city.

—O-H-T—
A contract has been
by Ray Hayden, manag

‘Montgomery Ward store,
Claus to visit the local
afternoon from Decem
until Christmas. A ma
letters has been erecte
Store and a special doll
be held: -.

, Santa Claus will ma
rival at the store quiet]
children, who are acco
their parents, will be pr
Jolly Old St. Nick with

_candy.-. +

(Continued from pag

‘Alarm wires fastened ti
‘him from gaining acces

As the alarm sound
trians and merchants st
ning toward the bank.
dits abandoned their eff
money and with their’ e
ing irom tne tear gas r
Lo a Wailing automunpuie.

Witnesses Said at ievast
‘were in tne car. Jt tnur
ol town going west anda
jnurriediy orgunized posse
anves.

Sheriff Tom McDonald
the chase after organ
aeputies and pnoning ne¢
to be on the look out for
ait car. - .

President Cass said tt
might have obtained a fe
but as lar as he could te
cash remained intact.

“LOCAL MEN

(Contiuuued {rum irent

©

He sang some little saugs of
~ Priscilla with stinsing eyes and an ache at the heart.

there of Perez o¢ When he retehed the «
farche and I and tro o!! '

ned hidden ourse 6 age )

hin mative Provence that left

prisoners at the prison
petitions are sirong, wit
fooking favorably upon
presented in behalf of Abs

The robbery for which
convicted occurred on No
1929. Bowman, a residen
is, Mich., pieaded gut
charge immealately ailer

{ oY

; «O sScrve

j
'

; Atsoire held out tor a
' anc received a like sent

eSnerimt James Mebes
’as gentenced on Nover
ten 10 Lwently-I

cording to Mr. Brady.

The two men drove to
phia Gardens in an a
and were seen by F,.' L
Hoffman, operator of the
us they came toward the
Stand. It was alleged, eit
man or Abshire fired at
man through a window,
gun charge partially stril
five or s1X shots being
his arm and shoulder. ' Hy
seriously injured. The 1
entered the barbecue stand
lieved the propricter of
ping some change. Both 4
said to have been intox
the time. For this reason.
cer stutes, there are some
tng circumstances in the

KILLER ELUDE

(Gentinued fron: page
thes releati.d. und sent he
terica. to her mother.
cB ’ J ote youtl

Tucsd

ey
fall


” -for-old apurderer
fiain Seak Friday

The sla iver .3 the pleture at the

faut us twe vi i] Myr. and Mrs,
hiuat at their tA. home northeast

ts “Mink sing character study. He has been sentenced to die in

righ

6550 Oclovn iahursdas varsil
Moore with tirst degr:

mandatory.

Hg. Lite indietuitnt charged

turder committed while he was en-
gaged in an attempt to commit burglary, making sentence

Continue

CALLED NATIONAL ECON-
IMY LEAGUE SCORED IN
ADDRESS HERE. _

TH DISTRICT MEET
1S HELD IN THIS CITY.

om and Auxiliary ‘Souhecd
Hold Meeting Followed Br. :
Pretty Dance. ~ a a

the American Legion, dur-
ciirtent year, will continue
k onal legislative pro-
2 Son ihe relief of disabled vet-
Ss, war orphans and war wid-
was the assurance given Leg-
aire veterans and Auxiliary
mSers of the Fifth District, in
ddress delivered bare Thursday
ing
tor ney Wiecking apioke’ before
istrict banquet meeting, held
ne W. B. A. hall. It was one
he feature attractions of the
ict assembly, and proved high;
ntertaining. The banquet was
wed by individual meetings of
Legionnaires and Auxiliary
ters, held in -the American
(Continued on page four) -

ON OF JOHN
S OF HIS AUNT
PUBLIC TODAY

That He Told ‘Lie ‘in His
irginia, Minn., and Clari-
Slayings. ata eee

*

willer and ee Mannix. and it
in this questioning that he
ly made his admission of
His statements at Virginia
not reduced to writing, and
was not questioned in detail
erning the slayings until after
ad been returned to Hartford;

sday were\ released at noon
ly by Prasecittor Emshwiller:
ugh the statements would be
lengthy to print in complete
rion and answer form, the fol-

n Relief? Legis lation
, Untrue Propaganda}

‘Larmore, student manager..

e statements he made ve SEEKING C0-0P OPERATION

Ets Fight .

FIGHTIN’ AIRDALES _»
WILL PLAY WINANIAC

—— en

Coach hie B. Good and Paul
Cly, assistant coach, left this eity
at 2 o'clock” Friday afternoon,
with twelve members of the varsity
team for Winamac, where the, Air-

‘est opponents. on this season's
schedule. The team made the trip |
in a special chartered bus —e
Muncie. x

The Winamac high ‘iain team
were. defeated last March in the
finals of the state tournament ‘at
Indianapolis by the Newcastle five
who .were crowned ‘state ..cham-
‘pions. With thé exception of three
‘players, who graduated,: the: -Wina-
‘mac team will have ‘about the : same
line-up Friday evening as they hag}.
in the state meet. 3st 2.5

fans should cal! 131 or 132, The
News office, where the score will
be called at half time and at ho
end of the game. |
: The twelve players Who ite
the trip Friday were, Bohr, Baugh-
er, -Dorton, Daugherty, Beetley,
Casterline, Sparks, Sliger, Monfort,
Kellogg, Risinger, Dee and William

DEBT PARLEY -
GETS INTEREST
- NATION TODAY

CONFERENCE BETWEEN HOO-
VER AND ROOSEVELT AT-
TRACTS NATION.

co mee + mtn 6

President Seeks sp gadis ey of
Successor And the Next;

g is the gist of his own con-

(Continued on page five)’. |

Must Have_

sold his ‘sour a a ‘mess ‘of
e. Pee A eat, pa

this little church; ‘ohare: the
y couple had often gone to
ip, their friends met. with
for the last time, to pay their
ts to the memory of the two,

nad been ruRaeny torn, from
midst.

the church the pi pro-
o wound its silent way to the

A east of Pennville. The

oon sty Wes overcast with |
Mg civics that hun glike a/|
ver * °a Sinan wind- swept |

pn which varies in some de- Pan ae

!forthcoming war debt . conference
between President Hoover and
President-Elect Roosevelt over-

by Thoughts fn ee er at the bd ap

i Se ee _ Congress.” Ag

A ieee “Nov. 18—~.R)—The

The president discussed. ‘budget
matters with cabinet members and
other high administration officials
—but even these highly important
conversations frequently diverted
to the debt crisis. on ED

The chief executive hopes. to}
gain direct co-operation with his {
democratic successor and the con- [|
gress as a result of the conversa-
tions next Tuesday which for the

ON FRIDAY EVENING] 3
HAS. SERVED VED 12- YEARS

dales will meet one of their hard :

For the results. of the- game ‘

{L. Ev Smith, pastor of the United

|- The remains arrived in this city

FORTIER LOCAL
MAN AGAIN IN
_STATE PRISON

RUE ‘CAVANAUGH RETURNED
TO INDIANA FROM WIN-
NEPEG PRISQN.

*

Shapley hoe Prison an¢- Went
‘Into Canada Where He Was
me Involved in a , Billing.

rE Stee pane
. Pa aR es, go

from the Indiana ‘state prison sev-
eral years ago after serving only
part of the sentence meted out to
him ona charge of criminal assault,
is'again’a’ prisoner in.-the state
penitentia ary: .at’. Michigan. City,
haying. been ‘returned there threg
weeks “ago, ‘after’ serving twelve
years ‘in; the. Winnepeg, Canada
prison. ‘Ot, a pater of manslaugh-
“ter. dp digtt re
“Cavanaugh: new plight’ was re-
revealed. here. Thursday. by George
‘Brady,-Indiana prison parole ofi-
-cér, who visited . this oe on official
“business. -.."°:
According.” to:. ‘the: ‘parole officer,
Cavanaugh escaped . from prison
after being made a trusty. He fled
into Canada, and while at Moose
Jaw, in’ Saskatchewan, shot and
killed his wife during an alterca-
tion with her brother. He was
given .a- twenty-year rap by the
court in Canada, but by good be-
havior, had the sentenced reduced
to twelve years.
Indiana pfison officials were
notified of Cavanaugh’s impending
release from the Canadian prison,
and they immediately sent Mr.
Brady to. Winnepeg to claim him.
He is now slightly over 50 years of
(Continued on page ene) :

BODY OF FORMER °:

IN CEMETERY HERE

ee

LED A . 7

ae tS : tr

ania , atvioes * for pao
Springer, 46, a former resident of
this city who died Wednesday at
the Methdédist hospital, Indianap-
olis following an operation for gall
bladder infection, was held at 3:45
o’clock Friday afternoon from the
Burk & Fennig funeral home. The
last rites was in-charge of the Rev.

Brethren church. Burial was made
in’ the I.'O. O.. FP. cemetery.

at,3:05 o’¢tlock Friday Afternoon on
the Indiana Railroad from Co-
tumbus, ‘Ind.,. where the deceased
resided. Short services were held
at Columbus ° before the  remans
were shipped . _to this city for

Rue | “Cavanaugh! who. Piscaiey

Ae PLACED

H Moore has been resigned to
his fate since last Tuesday
| afterncon, when he confessed
| to local authorities in Virgini:,
| Minn. He made the statement
i in Virginia that he would
probably be better off to him-
self and everyone, if he ants

dead. ree, Pret
Moore was led => the rear
stairs of the courtroom shortly
after 9 o’clock Thursday eve-
- ning and was taken directly
into the private officesof Judge
Secrest immediately off the.
court library. od Heikki

; > Has Counsel

For forty-five minutes Attorney.
Robert W, Bonham, former Black-
ford county prosecutor, counseled. _
with young Moore, to explain. fully-
to him the meaning and force ot
his plea of guilty to the charge the
grand jury returned. Judge Se-
crest hadappointed Attorney Bon-

counsel for the broken boy upon
the suggestion of Prosecutor cames
R. Emshwiller.

It was.only the desire of court
attaches to see to it that true jus-
tice was done. They wanted him
to know that there was only one
alternative for the court if he did
plead guilty: to the indictment. ~
After’ the. conference, “ young
Moore, still unchanged in his atti-._.
tude, was led. before the court and
County Clerk Robert L. Newbauer
began reading the indictment. His
head dropped and he stood during
(Continued on page five)

KILLER ELUDES:
POLICE DURING
MINUTE SEARCH

CHICAGO'S “SWEETHEART
KILLER” WAS STILL AT
LIBERTY TODAY. ,...*),

,

MAY BE DEMENTED MAN.

Some “6,000 Police ‘Seba in Hunt
For Youth Today—Spreads
+ eae paearee Through City.

Chicago, “Nov. “18.—UP)—A youth-
ful “sweetheart killer” whose ex- |
ploits have spread terror through
the far South Side remained at
liberty. today despite efforts of

him.

Officers believe that James Vare-
cha, 17, mentally defective inmate |
of a reformatory, was the epee
they sought. 2 ape se

trigger” bandit who killed Frank
F. Jordan Wednesday night and
half an hour later kidnapped Miss
Lillian Henry, 20, niece of former
Police Commissioner John , sar}

“Man) Alcock.

burial. 2° Sy» ;
The ‘ pallbearers were selected !
from the, Masonic lodge who had
tcharge: of the funeral. 4

Miss Henry was held prisoner
for more than three hours by the
terrorist, was bullied and attacked,
: (Continued on page four)

tt wis ‘Bot an ‘easy ‘task for offi-

first time in: American history will cidls of Blackford - county to. im-

bring a president-elect ta the

White. House to confer with the | Pos the’ death penalty upan John

man he will sucteed.

Edward Moore, after he had enter-,

Whether Hoover will recom-jed 4 pkea,af guilty to a charge

mend that the Congress agree to a|

(Continued on page two) i

that made this penalty mandatory
* “inionaly ‘postponement of the payments due! under the Indiana statutes.

Judge Ethan Secrest's reaction

John Moore Sealed His Own.
Fate Knowing F Full Penalty

7

was that he: had taken the oath -
of office to uphold the law, and to
enforce its. provisions. The indict-
ment, as returned, made the death
penalty mandatory. He followed
the law to the letter. John Moor?
sealed his own fate, knowing full
well the penalty when he went be-
(Continued on page four)

ham to ‘act in the capacity of.

more than 6,000 police to capture _

They believe he was the “quick’ :

mane: ae at: weal. Pichi oe wae.

Stk thane Le


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iana, Friday, November 18, 1932.. Evening Edition -*' Feeling too Ay Sms gf ag A Beaten

YOUTHFUL SLAYER CONDEMNED © |
TODIEINTHEELECTRICCHAIR AT. |
STATE PENITENTIARY MARCH 2ND

SLAYER MR. AND MRS. BERT MOORE HE ARS DEATH
SENTENCE PRONOUNCED WITHOUT A TRACE:
eee EMOTION—ENTERS A PLEA OF Peed

YOUTH WAIVES ALL RIG HTS AND PLEADS cuLTY

Ww ill Be Held Here For Tyo Weeks i in ‘Jail velar Then Will Be.
* Taken to State Prison—Asks Sheriff to Turn Out Cell
*. Light So He Might Get a “Good Night’ s s Rest.’ Mis

bal

akan ere Is
Fate of a 29- -year- old human. ont a nerve » wracked oe
wild-eyed boy was sealed forever ‘here at 9:45 o’clock Thurs-.,
day evening, when John Edward Moore, confessed* slayer of.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles A. (Bert) Moore, stood head bowed in®...:
a crowded court room before Judge Ethan W. Secrest and’. -—
heard himself sentenced to die March 2, next, in an electrie® *.'=
chair at the Michigan City state prisony--:. 0 7%. wa Ae ;

Sentence was pronounced by the court on ‘the ‘youth’s ik
own plea of guilty to a grand jury indictment: returned at
. 6:39 o’clock Thursday evening.- The indictment charged. -
bore, 29- year-old murderer, and his two victims. Mr. and Mrs.| Moore with first degree murder committed while he was en=;

ho were slain last Friday night at their farm home northeast gaged in an righ: te Le cone burglary, pepaking sentence
interest ing character study. He has been sentenced to die in mandatory. ys : p ig

: oe eee firs fon a) iy
ayer is the Picture at the right. Moore Saat been. gi ae to $

continue Its Fight [FORMER LOCAL, cee ae
Relief Legislation | MAN AGAIN IN | Sitch

probably be better off to him-

Intvue Propagarmda| STATE PRISON) sotcom ses

Moore was led up the rear.

ED NATIONAL ECON- FIGHTIN’ AIRD ALES | RUE CAVANAUGH RETURNED ppc bg Gali Sheratint toes ae

AG , f : NDIAN. ~-FROM WIN-.. : : Pa} iy
poness mene” | WILL PLAY WINAMAC 7° "Npvectyencon 7M" |. hing and "wat ahem uty

ak

i Tas

¥

-

into the private offices of Judge

~~ | ON FRIDAY EVENING] ag
DISTRICT MEET =| 32 Soha eau HAS SERVED ve 2 YEARS Oli ae oe a
TELD IN THIS CTY! « Cly, assistant coach, left this city Robert W, Bonham, former Blatk- a

= ih 8 t 2 o'clock Friday. afternoon, Escaped indiana Prison and Went ford county prosecutor, counseled:: (7
i Ss ‘ mt twelve members of the varsity} . Into Canada Where He Was with young Moore, to explain fully’

nd Auxiliary Members : : Involvea in a Killin ries to him the meaning ‘and force of 53 i
B Mecting Followed by team for Winamac, where the Air-j}- ry 3 his plea of guilty to the charge the’ *

Pretty Dance. ..« dales will meet one of their hard-J° oor 202) —7- ei grand jury returned» Judge. Se- ae
ug ; ‘est opponents on this season's} Rue | Cavanaugh’. who, Sibed crest had Prt tha tcapeniiy ats

r I _'|ham to actin. the
schedule. The team made the trip] from the Indiana state prison sev counsel forthe broken. boy’ uponv<?s
4 the suggestion of - Prosecutor. James

— ft

e American Legion, dur- f om.
lurrent year, will continue | #98 Special chartered. bus. fr eral years ago-after serving only

ssional legislative pro- Muncie. . e. eb _ — Seager phe tog
the relief of disabled vet-|_ The Winamac high school team bg ato pr pen “ay igor OthaT state
r orphans and war wWid-; were defeated last March ih -the :

ssurance given Leg-

f penitentiary ‘at: Michigan City, i ei
finals of the state tournament at} having beén returned there threg! tice was done. They wanted him

s and Anxiliary an : i Re ce to know ‘that there was. only, one*
Fifth District, in, Indianapolis by the Newcastle five weeks.ago, after -serving twelve alternative for the court if he did»

nade dav | w ; -| years in-the Winnepeg, Canada “ a
Ss delivered here Thursday ; who “were crowned state cham prisonon & charge of manslaugh- plead guilty to the indictment.
j pions. With the exception of three After the conference, ~ young

On sad “ter. *. — agp or
- ek Wlectine eer ‘players, who graduated, the Wina-] ‘Cavanaugh’s new plight was re- pone mechan Hg ngs his ult
"ean  apepeagced one mac team will have about the same} revealed- here Thursday by George remain Clerk Robert ‘L. Serukauie

Botur : a ons “3 ite} line-up Friday evening os they had! Brady. Indiana prison parole offi- 5

eure att 4 I | i H bad 3 VOnInG as .

. ; ; i dictment. Hi-
' : ite is city on officia)! began. reading the in
Serie nod proved mgh- |} in the state mert fre Bihan setae ee head dropped and he stood Gurnee
toe ee Wan For (le resulis cf Une gume! “according. to the parole officer, preter chal oscch wanee ecg
: fans site call if) er 122, The} Cavanauch escaped . from prison wo ena ~~ o>
wy} after bene made a trusty. He fled F7 FF r FF) Lad 4 Yrmwre

or

!

RA IsCO, Harry, white, elec. Ind. 3)P(Vigo County) on
Feb#Huary cOth, 1914...

ag USTICE,”’
SAYS RALSTON.

any United Press.)
WASHINGTON, D. ¢:, Feb, 20,

—When “Governor! Ralston; who
is here as a delegate from Indi-

ana to the Pythian Jubilee, way

informed today that Steve Chirku
and Harry Raisco, wife murder-

Jers, had been electrocuted at
“Michigan City, he said:

© “It ia justice. That's all.”

The governor then told: his.

friends that he has received many
letters since. his refusal to com-
mute the sentences for gine wife
slayers and that practically with-

out exception they praised him.
,for his firmness in punishing the

men.

“One = ex-prison” official has
written me. He said that these
executions would be the greatest
boon of a decade for Indiana: that
they were the most logical argu-
ment to be used against brutal
husbands who would listen to

ee ee oer eae eee ey

John Chirka is Buried in Prison Ceme-
tery This Morning at
Ten o’clock

eee tee -@

SIX MEN HELPED _ {; DEPLORES THE
TO KILL CHIRKA. || ELECTROCUTION. |

Wi one anal directly exeanted | To the Fditor; One of the moat |

LAKE owt (Imes
DAMA
2-L0-1N 4

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(Continued from page one.)

from & stone. Chirka loved his chil-
dren passionately and was adored by

’

‘Hittle Mary. Tears rolled down the

eyes of’ the stolid guards as Chirka

‘ pressed his last kisses on the soft lips

lof'the little ones. As the clang of the
bolts shot into the socket when the
heavy door, of the death chamber
swung to, a moan escaped Chirka’s lips
and he sank on his knees.

Witnesses Had All Assembled.

Shortly after eleven o'clock, the war-

‘rants were read to the doomed men and

they were prepared for the death chair.
The witnesses—a handful had asemb!-
ed in the warden's offices. Neither
condemned man had adgsked for any
friend or relative to witness the elec-
trocution as the law provides.

At midnight Rasico's hour came. His
death guard and Father Bleckman
started the procession. Down the cor-
ridor only a short distance from the
“death chamber” was the electric chair.
Two physicians, Drs. Paul E. Bowers
and J. M. Milligan, Father Bleckman
Warden Fogarty, two prison guards
and the hidden electrocutioners were
the only persons present in the corri-

dor beside Raisco. He walked calmly,

to the chair and he was strapped in.
His trousers were cut to the knee to
permit the adjustment of the electrode
there and the other was placed at his
head.
Prison Attaches Work Quickly. 5

At 12:0T Warden Fogarty raised his
hand silently in signal and 32,300 valts
of electricity shot. through Raisco's
body and at 12:15 @ nominal examina-
tion was made and he was pronounced
dead. His body was removed and in
ten minutes or at 11:36 exactly, the
waiting Indiana Harbor man was call-
ea. ‘The prison officials in charge of
the electrocution had worked very
rapidly and witheut a slip.

Chirka was very brave. He was
supported by Father Bleckman whose

_'ministrations evidently gave him great

cials at 12:38 went through the

formality of pronouncing Chirka dead.
! John Rasico, father of ‘the ‘Terre
‘Haute man claimed his son's body. It
was turned over to him after it had
been put in the prison coffin and taken
to Vincennes where it will be buried
today.

!

‘Chirka's Body Buried Today.

| Chirka's body was unclaimed. He
had no relatives outside of his children
and they poor tots couldn't bury it, so
at ten o'clock this morning it was
buried in the prison cemetery.

The execution of the two men ts the
first in seven years in Indiana. Fif-
teen altogether have heen executed In
‘Indiana for murder since {t became a
‘state.

Chirka {s the first Lake county man
to suffer death as a law penalty.
Warden Fogarty on whom the double
execution has heavily preyed for some
time was visibly relleved when it was
over, for as the final preparations for
the electrocution had been going on

would commute the sentences.

15,000 Ask For His Life.

When Governor Ralston set at rest

said that 1,790 people had signed a pe-
tition for the life of Harry Rasico.

jed on the Chirka petition. These names
jinctuded men, women and some men of
‘prominence. Governor Ralston said
that numerous kind hearted fathers of
the Catholic church had asked him to
spare the men's lives.

Scores of telegrams went to him
from manufacturers, business men,
professional men in Lake county as

late as yeaterday but he was not in In--

dlanapolis to receive them, Delega-

{tions visited him and no stone was)

| tere unturned to get him to make the
‘mentally deranged man a life prisoner.

|Went to Bible For It.

The crime for which Chirka was
electrocuted was the shooting of his
wife whose conduct and relations with
other men for some. time had driven

him mad. He declared that the Bibie!

almost within hearing the men, he had,
hoped against hope that the governor,

all doubt that the men were to die he,

Fifteen thousand signatures were plac- |

° . eee = ? sere aes bal ee
for a tooth,” but when Christ appeared
in the arena of life he turned ‘his back ,
‘upen it all. His was a gospel of love |
and mercy. |

It Is CERTAINTY and not SHVERI-
(TY which deters. To substuntlate this
‘statement I wish to call the public's
attention to the petition against pun- |
Ishment by death for the erime of
‘forgery, presented to parliament In|
1830 by a thousand bankers, repre-
{senting 214 cities in England, reciting
“that the petitioners find by experl-
fenee that the infliction of death, or
;even the possibility of the infliction of
‘death, prevents the prosecution, con-
| Vietion and punishment of the erim-
‘inal. and thus endangers the property
.it is intended to protect." Parliament
| aholished punishment of forgery by
'death, and after the death penalty for
| forgery had been abolished the crime
EOF forgery became very rare in Eng-
| land.

They have abolished the death pen-
alty in many states in this country.
lt was abolished in Kansas’ in 41872,
lowa in 1872, Michigan 1846, Wisconsin
1853, Maine in 1876, and in Rhode Is-.
tund in 1853. All of these states above
jrecited abolished the death penalty
und people live in peace and security.
The number of murders committed in
these states per capita compared to
other states Is much lower.

Felonious intent is the essence of
the crime of murder, and the jury must
determine them in each inatance. The
state of mind of the accused, in many
ecuses this ia a difficult task. In the
Chirka case it was worse than a mere
guess for the evidence produced both
hy the state and the defense could not
help from raising a doubt in the mind
of any ordinary man as to the sanity
jot ‘the: defendant, and the benefit of
jeaeh and every doubt should and is
‘given by law to the defendant.
| 1 the death penalty is for the pur-
ipose of detering people for committing
crime, why isn’t it inflicted before the
public?

The governor of this state, Mr. Ral-

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Cee dad Uae be as
written me that it fs a fittings
example for the bloodthirsty,’ the
governor added. He saide hee was
entirely in accord with Warden
Fogarty in the latter's refusal to
allow an audience to the electro-
cutions.,

“There was nothing to make a
show of,’ ‘said the governor.

ATTORNEY
CRITICIZES
GOVERNOR.

ent ee
IN: REGARD TO THE. ELECTROCU-.

|.  WION. OF JOHN CHIRK A.

; Bast Chicago, tnd., Feb. 20.

‘It seeme to me that some one has
to pay the price for society as a whole,
and I do not know how my client,
John Chirka, or the other party, Harry
Rassico, whom I do not know, could
better serve their state than to give
their lives in this horrible manner, for
mark my word, when the switch is
turned on that sends the death deal-
ing electricity through the bodies of
these victims, for the purpose of com-
mitting legalized murder, that current
,of electricity will not stop in the
bodies of its victims, but will travel
all over the state of Indiana yntil it
‘strikes the chord of human sympathy
lin the hearts of the thinking and God-
fearing people, and the rank and file
_of this state will rise up against such
p ator ren and demand the law to be
changed so as to prevent a repetition
iof of such a disgrace to our state.
} ‘Some people justify . the deliberate
taking’ ‘pf life by the state, for the un-
lawful taking of life Wy man, on the
‘ground that life is sacred and he who
‘takes it must CRUEL the most severe

| (Continued on ¢ page “Revert

pes eng ano ee

who was electrocuted in the state
prison at Michigan City this
morning.

The ‘legal murder" was par-
ticipated in by six'‘men, There
were six switches which were
handled by as many prison em-
ployes. None saw the death scene
and each pressed his lever at a
given signal. However, only onc
switch turned on the death cur-
rent so none of the 81x execution-
ers really knew who did the
slaughtering. A similar perform-
ance took place in depriving the
Terre Haute slayer of his life.
Warden Fogarty had no direct
hand in the task ae to give
the signal. a

(BY STAFF CORRESPONDENT.)

MICHIGAN CITY, Feb. 20.—John
Chirka of Indiana Harbor and Harry
Rasico of Terre Haute. were electro-
cuted shortly after midnight in the
corridor of ,the state prison for murd-
ering their wives.
The electrocution was said to have

been successful by Warden Fogarty
us with solemn face he stepped quiet-

ly into the prison office and inform-
ed waiting newspaper men _ that
Chirka and Rasico were dead.

Both Died Like Men.

Both men met death bravely. They
walked to the death chair without a
tremor. Religion systained them = in
thetr last hours and

twin-electrocution with all its Jast

Indflana‘s first

barbarous details is a matter of his-
tory.
So quietly had the preparations been

:Jmade and the deed accomplished by the

aun a

jsolatory:

twarden's staff that nothing save the

restless reporters [n the offices iIndicat-
ea that any thins ‘nusual had occurred,

The two men sustained by the con-
ministrations of the Rev.
John Rleckman, priest at St. Mary's of
Michigan City—knew that they were
to meet their fate soon after midnight.
They were asked what they desired for
supper, but both men who were under
the watchful eves of guards in the
death chamber ate very Ightly. They
spent much of their time in prayer and
aceepting spiritual consolation. Both
expressed regret for the deeds they
shad committed hut evidently failed to
realize that thelr doom impended in a
short time.

No One Came to See Rasico.

At 1 o'clock in the afternoon the
“three children of John Chirka,  con-
demned wife murderer, called at) the
prison in charge of Mrs. Nicholas
Nouchin, who ives near Gary, and had
thelr final visit with thelr father. The
l children retuain.d*’ with him for about
‘fifteen minutes.

' Chirka talked to the children gently.
;The little lad asked his father to come
‘home with him and the condemned
;man simply broke down. The scene |
was one that would wring anguish

(Continued on page soven.)

'

a ce ee 2 rhebe Tee
euldren ca littio giebot 4% mined a bey

Of NM pleut watt the MONeriey of

Po oreut @tate for the Ue of tre

WA

wanized government,

father “een tee tangy taken frites,
the preomenee of the woe PNOr tiye
little girl presmed hem upon Non
hand Tollowlog om euntem tn for
eit larede aed tee on Cham walee
spoke a few words tin behalf of her
futher ;

‘Wont vou pleame eave tiny
be Red the ohilg 7

And why ahoutd ft not bec aw
Unrearnonable and Wronm te pugtot
the futher of these twa chifaren rts
doing to Kidney, Actiberately. the
sae ae he did to his poor wife,
Imipuleively---take aWwAY big iife
Surely thore ja inoonmeare eartellent
way of dealing with even the
wirst of eriminala than the bar
baroun practice of puntahing “liken
with Ibke."’

In cases of no other forme of
crime do we Ag thie, and surely «a
ratlonal people, with «a well or-
OUuKnt not to
act thus in the highest and moat
sacred renim of all -human 9 life
Wei ure worty for the twe  Jittle
children And we are sorry for
our grent atate of Indtann Hieayv-
en hasten the day when the delth
erate taking of any hunan Iife, tn
a civilized state ahall be ne more

: A READE

Crown Point, Ind

Praja

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ser core | foeeri eens | ape
G Cc 2A ee eee to 2 ieeeece | ;
iss blood-stained -hand, was on the h gu fence, | Philips stepped put on the trenp We louates ‘As elsewhere sported, the city icouncil | three escaned altoge
| ear his curiously over the.crowd ‘and faintly amiled | /as¢ night passed} the ordinanc repealing | “A wrecking. trai:
Sekai hand.was'a case kulfe, sharpened to a point, | at an acquaintance, - He had the a pearance. the franchise ot tHe Central Union telephone | Falls, and a relief t:
ops the: dnstrument’ ‘of ‘the — terrible trag- | of a..mere) boy: ‘as, he stood the e, buthe | company. This further complicates the situ. | Much to allevate the
showed the -ntrve of a. tried‘ man, ‘Ie ation, If the rep of the franchise carries oe are: known
was‘ dressed } plainly’ in black, “with | with it the enfo removal of the Central | JUret. uohe’
x Jow. standidg collar afid|. a. silk any's: pol erty vt. It ie thought th
tie. Horrible scars on his thton company & poles from | the, streets the com- | persons have been
| where his P If-Jntlicted’ wounds were made, | P27 Will nat be able - to, completa ts 620+ | veven killed in the :
and over the d of the pro , | tract, agreeing! to {furnish telepho svige f score of others m:
; through whichthe b eathed, to some five hundted aden eel gem rie any the -
| put bis hand though it were 30, Mr, Wallick to-day! waid that {t | the Wreck, have -be
| him. While:be's there She parp se 0of. the | compan pitch ary Po of
‘read the dey to carry out Ul its contracts, ‘and if pre- gitiae hous rie
vented from dging this would have recour. ported to be among |
eenluns ae jn ase the patrons claimed, Merritt’ Zeely, sup
plications for privhte: lines have been file tipaal one Rrakeen!
¢ prisoner phook his | 6g the Central ¢ morning... Brakema

‘ be'must have soon bled jto death. The body head, thus givihg ry ae ve answer to the id mea Ae de

' '! ofthe:woman was taken tothe morgue and question, Father (Bessonies camd to the
ire bhence to her “mother’s, and ‘Philins was. front of the $eaffold and, kneel ng. with

“2. taken tothe city hospital, If any doubts had. Philips, went, | the Catholig death Pw: hurriedly
po]

Aces MAU Wits bulure- | old were

3 ake with blood and: the plain Imprint of @ | and Deputies}: Lotg and

grew perceptibly
the final effort, P‘Haye
asked Sheriff 'C ftet,.

ou anything tosay?”

mercial travelers, :
‘pet ate till night. re
, ere this morning by
from the streeta,,, was E, E. Hayden, t
is |mpaking, arrangements, tb: Abington, Conn,

d thé “only -ihdieation establish public’ telephone stations at con. | ‘ Nicholas Gargan, «
the moving of his: lips for) the use of old patrons | the’ Fleischmann y
; |. whose/instruments jhave been removed, an shoulder: fractured

u ts,and said | When it came {o the:\part, coinm cing “I \ :
“9 ¢bat his troubles had overcome his mind and believe in God | he father,” Philips ‘for the r patel bye vi, ge are setric@ at a small cost nally. “W..H, Wilco

“4 h6 oouldynot live longer? “I have tried” he | first time spoke'po' that he .could ‘heard, N. Y., was infured +
éd, “to outlive my troubles, but It'is | The. court | |bonse|. ‘clock ° atrack ing be arent Ot yea voce service will Neahus, says there «

M notwrorth while, for they grow worseevery | ay the -s6ryict 9g Ha concluding, | and |The removal pt telephones, under the di the water below hip
ig Sayeriy This. Ie the, jlast report ; frfm | the priest nid Yabale. for pegoe and tion of Superintendent Hockett, goes ateadil them get ashore, and
; y” Robert a. + Philips.’ Skillful “medical combolation’ from Savior; he long can |: ‘ goe :

<p me treatmeht: saved the ninn’s Ife for'the time give it to you.”
“9% but his partial recovery. was slow an the crucifix, and

this sort, notwithstanding the re Ing of-
’ able at nothiog wif
ling forthe temoyal of

(2, before qxisted as to the murder being premed- | servive, ges car dpe
Prayer. made’ an effort tol” y.)
latter; him, {but he | “Ait, Wallick ts

eo

on, Yesterday afternoon, besides th Chae. © ‘for Kod

P ilps bowed. and kissed givenin The News, twelve Instruments were | Thirty-five.

‘asithe father sald ‘ ll | nge

(4) tedious,” The terrible wound in his throat farewell, and Gdd. cab you, ond | pct opened aya follows: Wied Mavec'h ot were on. board, Jo
oo’ refused to “heal rapidly and it was tound hand, he brokd down and. tears streamed | jlarry Kuhn.’ | |) Whitin = poriraas thet the
Mecessary to insert:a tube, to assist respira-(] over hieface. |. . fe ies 44 B, Lieber & Co,| | f: Martin Relttel, sane, These bodies |
tion, and he fias breathed through this since, | .. po |") OME. RXROUTION, |" '. |. 7M, Clune,. | . i COL Fletcher, | at. Shelburne Fal)

he end ‘of it protrdding from his lower | . Deputy Long! fanteried Phillips's! legs to- ae i Goerge Krauss, © 0, Littlgjohn, O. E.

: SO SER Ta AR ether at the ankle,/with @ strap, ‘and at the’ “Al Hoses enead: | Mork en en

Early In» December Philips) was put on | knees with a rbpe Then his bands were Carl Kits, Thé body of Mr. W\

slipped throughileather loops, ‘conn
a srap, ‘which buckled around his
r by held his arme'at his: aldes, The ma:
bet n, | flinched, but lodked steadfastly do

ted by
ly and
never

so the fiver under a car
Heatman, Bobleletier & | theflver unde & Bos
Charles urkin; of E

3

Browning & Sloan,
.f- Wells & Anderson,

in the

covered, met
Township trustee, heent g

faces of the repo » Who stood direqtly be- ; Lester L. Norton, é V Fireman Richards

h the Roose ‘was .| Nicholas MoCarty, hands, He ran'to. WV

id Jips iqyive . & Od, Brunswick hotel, SY and. telegraphed the :

‘ad the fi Modi . al pee Creclman, q ¢ast track ja torn up

nanimous. as yt his" head:| |teats’.~w \ | | rods, The. western.
alic -s: bub. “alvided as to'| the -proper} To, the oth Ja. .

nishment., Six \were for h nging, three

9 ve trains for the east w
which: Pal

\ pemine the aedg hh
abd threé for imprison: ere fastened \, SPRINGFIELD,
i tc pare albt ender, 3 bodies from the wre
ss ‘past 12 o’ol mene aT wbeing brought he:
“ ‘i 1 | motaing, «|
llips was sep- “and | Carte @ demurre oN

he returned

‘NO TROVUB
feverything Quiet 1

“vinite, . m : reed from John E ported Destructio:

\ $a belfeved ithat jobedieace'to | “Hust, and Liss demanding fon ei

hi hae alotie” caus lzed thet} 2voree, from - The lauet| East 81, Louis,
afro reommitti

oo} were married { ch,/1634, and separa ilpoad ia
*Y poomunted tha patent's few days ago, ping to’ pliexed all-couduct | re 7 ade sete
tho first’ bald indie Racer be eA oy | oevler'ou§: the’, ws litis
. Were’ twenty-pne - £ sp det set § with Winchester rifle:

Firet and Can
me the second, After hed, 25. South houses against tanot
h: 30. at age) Deal ‘| the strikers, The ¢

Wyk fs ‘ 1 ‘ r i; . ’ » alrs,
eM © OR? j Ahk ae? ) Al ulney, : the !Loulsy
‘heb uthte’ Besson ba altoid ‘abhe ante ‘ bork andalia antl the (

min: are: cook guard edb
“Taalte ve m country. points,
i ae | Eat ced | Sra
for publicas’| body was allo } a at" Foad property).

as
“i The: striking Knig!
served perfect secon
trains have’ already
many .more have ar
{ been attempte

is apparent injnutes, ‘and’ at ¢
?Y | man was pronoupoed® :
16m | On'his head hed Seen partly |

the rope, and ‘thiough jthe.’ 7 Y 4
‘A eould be seen. Tha- and y ‘Wore 19,190 tng '
‘| half open, and the: : miplet ‘
.w leaden aspect,’

acerated-| t¢
Uolpated,\.durther. than | goods, found am
reve pod: the quantity’ ef 4 04

f scone pening throught hlghithe inbe,” me, and'| had evidently <f
“4 At i by! ie . of . A , x6. : tral :
rr thee | try TP eteat di uy "TopR Was almost buried

| Ray, president of mo!
an jute lew to-day
‘wasn | foot 'to ‘ento!
: 1 Bra ara
WAght ! &, holiting,i:thag) nights of Labér,

24 the! iret oationa ~badk. of Mauch Soe site Lsboryae the =
was bony Yoel la ta ae ae Amoakeag | Bulon, with its 100,00
‘pavings} bank, ($5,304.80), buti:(hataithe | the Kulghts of. Labor

on rail
hq knot.was'just above the}.
begdiwis held ’slightly,to | the’.

a Morb fora avid
tor for hint Moril:it
; phase d' DMs wi Aya i)

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42 Pita yee Bak,
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4 ‘i vn iy
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24 The Master Detective

his coat and demanded their pocketbooks. The girls threw
their purses to the ground and ran screaming toward their
homes. The negroes grabbed the purses and disappeared.
All night long we hunted them without success.

That same night Mary Odoriczzi came into the station
and reported that her sister Josephine had been missing
since 7:30 P. M.

The girl had had a 7 o'clock engagement with her sweet-
heart, Joe Garcia, owner of a grocery store. When he had
not arrived at 7:30 Josephine left home telling her mother
that she was going to the home of her girl friend, Margaret
Massa eight block away. She never arrived at the Massa
girl’s home. Garcia arrived at Josephine’s home not longer
than five minutes after she had gone. He was given the
message and drove to the Massa home along the same route
which Josephine always took. He failed to find her and she
had not arrived at her destination.

The next morning shortly before 10 o’clock two small
boys, while playing “Indian” in a vacant lot, just two
blocks from the Odoriczzi home, discovered the body of
a young girl lying’ in a gully in the midst of a willow
thicket near the center of the lot.

They ran screaming to their mother, who called the police.
| dashed to the scene at once.

There lay the body of a young girl with her clothing
torn to shreds. Deep gashes were found in the top of her
head and in her forehead. One blow had almost broken
her skull in half. She was lying on her back
with her limbs outstretched.

A crowd quickly gathered as we started
to remove the body. Among the persons who
came was Mrs. Mary Odoriczzi who in-

daughter.

the girl’s brown hat, a string of pearl beads, ered hie

: . force to concentrate
ring and wrist watch, as well as her purse, on trapping the
containing a small amount of money, had human gorilla

been taken.

articles, sent descriptions of them to all sur-

of my rope. We had left nothing uncovered.
We had done everything possible—and still
we seemed unable to apprehend
those inhuman beasts.

While I was seated in my office
the hospital called and said that
Mary Gigl had just died!

Bolden came in shortly afterward
and we discussed the case all after-
noon. We ran over the lists of-every
criminal in town and in desperation
I finally made out a new list of
colored men who might be guilty
and ordered them rounded up. Bol-
den was still searching for the man
with the limp and the giant. He felt
he knew everyone of the negro crim-
inals in the city, but he had no sug-
gestions to offer. There were no-
strange negroes in town; none had
appeared in any of the known crim-
inal haunts with any suspicious
amount of money, and our special
scouts could get nothing.

After supper Bolden came in again. I threw him over a
report of a burglary which had occurred at the Pennsyl-
vania Ice & Coal Company located on Madison Street at
the Pennsylvania Railroad tracks.

(Right) Detective
: ; Captai R.
stantly identified the body as that of her Voricka, vig He the
Gary Police De-

I completed my investigation learning that partment, — oe
e

(Below) Jack Clif-
ford, Pennsylvania
DISPATCHED two men to search all the Railroad detective,

pawnshops in the region for those missing | Who unearthed the

strange clue Pham
. a ; resulted in the ap-
rounding cities, and then sat down to think prehension of the

this thing out, for | was almost at the end phantom. axe-killer

“Here, go out and dig on this awhile and take your mind
off this case,” I told him. “Maybe it will do us both good
to think of something else for a while.”

Bolden looked at the report. :

“Pennsylvania Ice & Coal Company” he mused. “Strange
how that word Pennsylvania has seemed to haunt me
lately.”

“Something else will haunt us both if we don’t do some-
thing pretty soon,” I told him. “The Safety Board meets
in special session tomorrow night. There is talk of calling
out the militia to patrol the streets, the mayor told me this
afternoon.” :

Bolden left. As”he afterward told me, he went directly
to the coal company’s office. This was about 8 o'clock at
night. The night man, Oscar Byrd, colored, was alone in the
place when Bolden entered.

“What was stolen down here?” Bolden asked.

“@OMEBODY stole a revolver out of that drawer over
there,” Byrd said.

“Any idea who took it?” Bolden asked.

“Sure, | know who took it,” the negro answered. “It was
that. partner of yours.”

“That partner of mine! You know I always work alone!
You know I haven't a partner!”

“Well, there’s another nigger that has been coming in here
lately who says he is your partner and has been calling

TATE EE AA aE

you up from here over that telephone,”
Byrd replied.

Bolden did not show any trace of
emotion ‘lest he alarm Byrd but he
knew that, finally, after all these weeks
of work he had struck the trail at last!

“Well, if you know so much about
me, who is this partner of mine?” Bold-
en asked, casually.

“He is Jack Clifford, the Pennsylva-
nia Railroad dick, was the prompt
reply. ‘

Further questioning revealed that the
man who posed as Jack Clifford was a
giant negro. He had made the calls to
Bolden from the coal company’s office
several times. Byrd said he knew where
the supposed Jack Clifford lived and offered to show Bolden
the place.

Bolden immediately called in the real Jack Clifford and
the two of them accompanied Byrd to a small house at 519

West Twenty
guard the ho
to stay and:
the door and
Fields, when
She pointec
He entered t!
a giant, hum:
ognized the
convicted hin
“Hello, Mz
come along v
Watching
went to the
to get ready
waiting for \
Under the
he picked it
the axe was

CLIFFORI
joined B
the police s
and held on
Bolden wz
of the slaye
up on Mack
to find out t

The endc
from the
“the man

him before
We let \
ing him.
The nex
empty-han:
in. He ad
men that }|
detective.
livering alc
suspicions
through th
We que:
cut reveal!
Then |
blood on |
He said
over the a
axe.

take your mind
io us both good

qused. “Strange

to haunt me
don’t do some-
ty Board meets
. talk of calling
yor told me this
ie went directly
nut 8 o'clock at
was alone in the

sked.

at drawer -over

swered. “It was
ays work alone!

1 coming in here
ias been calling

CEMA ERAS,

that telephone,”

w any trace of
n Byrd but he
r all these weeks
the trail at last!
so much about
of mine?” Bold-

. the Pennsylva-
‘as the prompt

-evealed that the
k Clifford was a
iade the calls to
company’s office
d he knew where

to show Bolden

ack Clifford and
iall house at 519

Trapping the Human Gorilla 25

West Twenty-first Avenue. Clifford remained outside to
guard the house while Bolden went in alone. Byrd refused

to stay and returned to the coal yard. Bolden knocked at
the doot and was admitted by a colored woman, Cayola
Fields, when he asked to see her husband.

She pointed to a bedroom and told Balden to go on in.
He enteted the bedroom and saw a negro lying on the bed,
a giant, human gorilla more than six feet tall. Bolden rec-
ognized the man as Ulysses Mack. He had arrested and
convicted him two years before for stealing an automobile.

“Hello, Mack,” Bolden said. “Put on your clothes and
come along with me, the Captain wants to see you.”

Watching the giant so that he might not escape, Bolden
went to the door and called Clifford in. He told the woman
to get ready and come with them also. While Bolden was
waiting for Mack to dress, Clifford walked into the kitchen.

Under the cook stove Clifford spied a hand axe. When
he picked it up and examined it, he saw that the blade. of
the axe was covered with blood.

CLIFFORD concealed the axe beneath his coat as he re-
joined Bolden. They brought Mack and the woman to
the police station, ordered them locked in separate cells
and held on open charges.
Bolden was certain that he had at last apprehended one
of the slayers. He.and Clifford left immediately to check

_ up on Mack’s activities for the past few weeks in an effort

to find out the identity of his companion and to apprehend

The end of the road. ... This photo shows beautiful Mary Gigl just before she died
from the effects of an attack by the human gorilla and his partner in crime—
“the man with the limp.” (Top) Another police photo of the axe-slayer

him before he learned of Mack’s arrest.

We let Mack stay in jail all that night without question-
ing him.

The next day after Clifford and,Bolden had: returned
empty-handed from their quest, we ordered Mack brought
in. He admitted that he had told Byrd and several other
men that he was Jack Clifford, the Pennsylvania Railroad
detective. He said he had done that because he. was de-'
livering alcohol near the coal yard and wished to allay the
suspicions of anyone who saw him making so many trips
through there.

We questioned him about this for an hour or so with-
out revealing that we suspected him of the gruesome crimes.

Then I showed him the axe and asked him about the
blood on it.

He said his wife had had the nose bleed and held her head
over the ash pan and blood from her nose dripped on the
axe,

Bolden went into the jail and questioned the woman.
She denied that she had ever had the nose bleed. Con-
fronted by Mack, she still stuck to her story.

Under continued grilling, Mack said he had killed a
chicken; then he said he had killed a goose. Finally he said
he had had the nose bleed himself.

At this point, Bolden broke in and asked Mack one ques-
tion:

“You admit then that the blood on the axe is human
blood.”

Mack admitted that it was and we ordered him returned
to the jail without further questioning.

Later in the day we brought in several of the recent hold-
up ‘victims who identi-
fied Mack as one of the
hatchet bandits.

That night we brought
him out again and ques-
tioned him as to his
whereabouts the night
the Odoriczzi girl dis-
appeared. He said he
had been to a party at
the home of Harry
Boyd at 2270 Harrison
Street and stayed there
until 11 p.m. Then he
had accompanied his
wife home and both of
them went to bed.

We brought Boyd in
and questioned him.

He said that Mack
had come to his party early but had only
stayed for a few minutes. While there
Mack refused to take off his overcoat
and when leaving dropped a_ hatchet
from beneath his coat as he started out
the door.

Boyd said he asked Mack what he
was doing with that hatchet but he left
hurriedly without answering the query.

We confronted Mack with Boyd and
Boyd repeated his story to the giant
negro.

Then I flatly accused Mack of killing
Josephine Odoriczzi.

HE denied this at first but an hour

later, in the face of merciless grill-
ing, admitted that while he did not do the
killing, he acted as lookout for Frank,
the man with the limp, while he hid in
the bushes, slugged the girl and dragged
; her into the weeds to her death.

If Mack thought that’ acting as lookout in a murder
was not a very great crime, we soon changed his mind
on that score.

During the hours of questioning the brute displayed no
emotion whatsoever. He seemed to take everything as a
matter of course.

Then he confessed to the Odoriczzi murder. He said he
had met Frank early in the evening and Frank had told
him to be ready with the hatchet that night as they had
a little job to do. He met Frank after he left the party.

Mack said they walked down Fifteenth Avenue and met
the girl by chance just opposite the vacant lot. They were
about to pass her, when Frank nudged him. He pulled the
hatchet from beneath his coat and hit the girl on the head.

“After | hit her and she fell down,” Mack continued,
Frank sez, ‘hit her agin, hit her agin,’ and I sez, ‘No need
a hittin her agin,’ and he sez, ‘you ain’t hit her hard nuf to
kill her.’ With that he jerks the (Continued on fuge 61)


n between these
use everyone of
etrated either on

And I at once
iat right of way.
of territory in-

1 Bolden, but it
as pipe or a club
t of their crimes.
ot to kill if they

appeared. Wil-
th colored, were
he Pennsylvania
1 jumped out of
»y the victims as
chet. He struck
ear and once in

{ the side of the
ied before they
unconscious and
d the fiends for
their victims nor

e been because
‘ted to cross the
woman screamed
vas dark at this
was unable to
wo men when he
man’s assistance.
le, blood flowing
lying where they
lown. He called
-w minutes later.
the hospital and
As usual, they
iny accurate de-
ssailants.

th officers armed
‘lock at night to
spend their time
‘t night, for they
dusk.

me in for Bolden.
»hone left a mes-

igton Street. We

essful, so I sent

ill would come in
met the negroes
ved a call.

ste ss

Trapping the Human Gorilla 23

A man and a woman had been found slugged and nearly
dead at Fourteenth Avenue and Virginia Street. Charles
Bryniski. John Dobrolinski and Anthony Scublek were
driving south on Virginia Street when they saw a man lying
on the street near Fourteenth Avenue. They stopped, and
found it was a white man bleeding from many cuts over
the head.

Lying a short distance away in the weeds, where she had
been dragged, was a white girl with her head battered in
and her clothing nearly torn from her body. She had been
assaulted. Both were unconscious. The three boys knew
the man and identified him as nineteen-year-
old Chester Dybalski, from New Chicago, a
suburb of Gary.

Detective Sergeant Joe Carlson at this time
was working on the case of a missing girl by
the name of Mary Gigl, age sixteen, of
Milwaukee, who had eloped from her
home with a youth named Frank
Klimik. When these two victims were
brought in, Carlson discovered that the
girl was the one who had been reported
missing by the Milwaukee police.

GHE had been staying in a Central

hotel registered under the name of
Mrs. Mary Klimik and the boy, Frank
Klimik, who was living with his uncle,
had called upon her there several times,
saying that she was his wife.

We started a check on the move-
ments of the Gigl girl and Frank Kli-
mik. We apprehended Frank and
found that he had a swollen lip which
he was unable to account for. He told
very conflicting stories and I ordered
him held.

Our investigation re-
vealed that Mary Gigl had
come to the home of one
Sam Kouta, at 1120 Con-
necticut Street, that morn-
ing and had breakfast with
him. From there she had
gone to a show where she
met Dybalski after a flirta-
tion, and the two returned
to Kouta’s house. An argu-
ment between Dybalski and
Kouta ensued and_ the
couple left.

We took Kouta and
Artemis Nicola, who was
with him at the time, into
custody.

Dybalski and the girl had been taken to the hospital.
They were unconscious that night and part of the following
day, but in the afternoon the girl partly regained conscious-
ness.

Kouta was taken to the hospital and. Mary Gigl identified
him as the man who had beaten her; but Dybalski, in his
delirium, kept talking about a couple of negroes and beg-
ging them not to hit him again!

That made it look like the work of the two negro
hatchet wielders again; but I was not taking any chances
and ordered Kouta and the other man held.

Too, there was that call to Bolden which had been
received a short time before the couple was slugged.
Bolden had gone to 2552 Washington Street and found
it was a vacant house. This house, and the spot
where the couple was slugged, are in opposite parts of
the city.

I came to work the next night with a queer sense of fore-

Josephine Odoriczzi, as she appeared shortly before her
tragic end. The girl was enroute to the home of a friend
when she strangely vanished

boding. Where would these phantom terrors strike next?

The call which we had begun to expect came in again.
This time to the police operator.

“Tell Bolden to come to Twerty-fifth and Adams right
away” the voice said and the receiver clicked, cutting off
any chance we had of tracing the call.

Bolden returned a short time later and reported that

‘no one in the vicinity of Twenty-fifth and Adams had

sent in the call. After an all-night vigil, I finally went
home and went to bed. But I was called out at 8 o'clock
in the morning by Detectives Harry Caine and Charles
Diehl, who told me they were on a murder
case at 1709 Massachusetts Street. | went
there immediately. Nothing had been touched
when | arrived.

The place where the murder occurred was
in a four-room apartment in a two-
story brick building on the rear of a
lot. Mrs. Isabelle Tuggle, who lived
upstairs, said she had heard strange
noises down there the night before but
was afraid to investigate. That morn-
ing she had heard a man groaning and
looked in the window of the apart-
ment below and discovered a murder.

On the kitchen floor in a pool of
blood was the body of a colored man.
He was in a sitting position with his
back against the kitchen stove, his
whole head had been badly beaten.
The room was a welter of blood.

In an adjoining bedroom on the bed
lay a white man. He was unconscious
and nearly dead, and we rushed him to
hospital. When restoratives were ap-
plied, he was barely able to whisper
that he had been robbed by two
colored men _ before he
slumped into a coma in
which he remained for
days.

FURTHER investigation
revealed that the dead
_man was James Welsh and
the white man was Ferado

Martino. Martino had been
selling moonshine in the
flat to both colored and
white customers. Welsh was
his bartender.

We were unable to learn
how much money had been
taken or how the murder
and assault had occurred.
There was no one to give particulars, for Martino remained
unconscious and Welsh was dead.

This made three persons in the hospitals unconscious. If
only one of them would recover sufficiently to tell us more
about the brutes who had attacked them!

The next day and night were uneventful. Bolden and |
both surmised that the hatchet men were somewhere spend-
ing the money they evidently had obtained in the booze-
flat robbery.

The next night they appeared again but their victims
escaped unhurt. The giant and his companion—the man
with the limp—evidently had satisfied their blood thirst for
the time being.

The outlaws had met two girls, Anna Djakovich and
Dorothy Popovich, as they were walking home from a
movie, The colored men jumped out behind them as they
crossed the Pennsylvana Railroad tracks near Harrison
Street. One man, the giant, pulled a hatchet from beneath

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February, 1930

to Griffith Park in a taxi, one of the
gang whom | knew only as ‘Bob’ being
along. The driver was furnished by a
taxicab company and will be able to
corroborate my story.

“The taxicab was dismissed at Grif-
fith Park and there I saw Mrs. Sudow
and three others of the gang. I do not
know what they took me there for,
unless they wanted to implicate me in
some way, seeing that I knew how they
had quarreled with and tortured Mrs.
Sudow at San Pedro.

“T have no recollection of events
after i lost consciousness at the park

The Master Detective

until I revived several hours later in
the city.

“I have determined to tell my story
because I am soon to become a
mother and because I can no longer
endure the secret. Although I had no
part in the plot, I know the peril I shall
be in as the result of my speaking. It
was fear of revenge at the hands of
the gang that kept me quiet before,
but now I am willing to take the risk.”

Believing Mrs. Berger’s mind to be
deranged she was sent to the County
Hospital for examination. Her mental
condition was pronounced sound by

61

Superintendent Martin and physicians
at the hospital. ‘However, we were
never able to locate any members of
the supposed gang, and the Fay Sudow
case is still on the books as “Unsolved.”

When Mrs. Sudow’s will was read, it
was found that she had left one-half of
her estate to Harold Weller and the
other half to her daughter, Lucille.

Bernard Sudow, the husband, applied
for letters of administration and sent
in a claim for his share of the com-
munity property, as he was still her
legal husband. The court allowed his
claim.

Trapping the Human Gorilla

Detective Sergeant John Bolden, who
defied death when he went to the lair
of Gary’s axe slayer

axe outa ma hand and hits her agin,
coupla times. This must a killed her
“cause I didn’t see her move after dat.
Then we drags her body inta_ the
weeds. We stayed there bout
twenty minutes.” Even hardened de-
tectives shuddered at this gruesome
tale.

(Continued from page 25)

The fiend next confessed to the mur-
der of Welsh and the assault on Mar-
tino, as well’ as a long list of brutal
hold-ups and assaults including the at-
tack on Mrs. Calloway.

“Now tell them about slugging that
white girl and boy down at Fourteenth
and Virginia,” Bolden interjected.

“Sure, we done that,” Mack said.
“We wuz comin’ nawth on Virginny
Street when we met dis here young fella
and dis young lady. Frank sez to me
dat here's a couple dat ought to have
some dough. He steps up tuh dah boy
and sez, ‘Wait a minnit. Ahm lost an
I wants tuh find out somethin’. Dey
stopped an Frank hit the boy wif ma
hatchet. When he hit him the girl hol-
lered and tied into him foah fight den
he hit her, and tole me tuh search the
guy. We run away when we heard a
noise and saw someun comin’.”

This confession released young Klim-
ik, Kouta and Nicola, who were still
being held in jail.

All through his confession Mack
sought to lay the blame for all the
more serious crimes on Frank, the man
with the limp.

And there is little doubt in the minds
of the police but that Mack was the
dupe of the mysterious monster, Frank,

Chester Dybalski, one of the victims of Gary’s phantom, is here shown in bed in the
hospital where he spent a month after the attack

aig

Another official photograph of the
fiend whose activities threw Gary into
a frenzy

who has so far escaped punishment.

He was traced to Chicago, Illinois,
where he doubled back on his trail then
went east where the trail was lost.
Somewhere in the country he is at lib-
erty today.

Ulysses Mack was indicted for the
murder of Mary Gigl, Josephine Odor-
iczzi and James Welsh.

He was tried in Porter circuit court
at Valparaiso, Indiana, before Judge
Grant Crumpacker, where he was taken
on a change of venue from the Lake
criminal court, and was found guilty
after a trial which lasted a week.

The slayer was tried for the murder
of Josephine Odoriczzi and found guilty
by the jury on the first ballot. He had
been indicted for the other two mur-
ders also.

On November 9th, 1929, Judge
Crumpacker sentenced him to die in the
electric chair at the state prison in
ae City, Indiana, on March 5th,

With. Mack’s apprehension — the
hatchet slayings ceased. We feel, how-
ever, that only half of our job was
completed in that we did not capture
the mysterious man with the limp.

Who he is, we do not know, but at
different times as stories of brutal lust
crimes in different cities are carried in
newspaper dispatches, we feel certain
that he is still at his terrible work.


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(Continued from page 41) one of the
farmers asked.

“Well, there’s usually a woman some-
where in every murder. One of the foot-
prints over in the cornfield was pretty
small. Now it looks like his body was
dragged across the road to the railing.
Bright wasn’t very big, so two men would
have carried the body. A man and a wo-
man would have dragged it.”

O’Neal didn’t agree. He pointed out
that the track mentioned was too wide for
that of a woman, and that a report on the
cigarettes had shown that the red smears
on the butts were blood, not lipstick.

“These marks may be from the car
heater,” the detective said, “it was miss-

This man paid
a visit to his
brother - in - law

ing from the car and was probably used
to weight the body.”

One of the farmers said that during the
wait for the officers they had searched
along both banks of the stream for the
body but had found no trace of it. Wor-
land headed south to the Red Mill, to en-
list aid and question the residents, and the
state officers called headquarters for help.

Shortly after noon Indianapolis city
police, led by Sergeant Frank Gallagher,
arrived with boats, grappling hooks and
modern sub-surface lighting equipment.
With two Boggstown men in one boat and
Gallagher and a state officer in another, the
search for the body began.

Red Mill park, a summer haven for
pleasure-seekers, was thronged with visi-

A scheme was
formulated in
this man's room

tors crowding the banks in gloomy, brood-
ing silence, watching the boats move back
and forth across the stream probing the
dark depths for a dead man.

Then, at 2:26 Pp. M., two city blocks be-
low the dam, the grappling hooks struck
and held fast. Under Gallagher’s direc-
tion, slowly, carefully they hoisted the
fully clothed and gldved body of the
missing druggist from the water and car-
ried it up the sloping bank, through the
crowd.

Sheriff Brown, cautioning everyone to
leave the body just as it was, hurried to a
telephone and summoned Coroner W. R.
Tyndall from Shelbyville.

Those standing by the corpse could see
a bullet hole in the temple. The face
appeared battered, and the arms were
twisted above his head. Over the body,
on guard, hovered Deputy Worland, while
state police detectives and other officers
formed a cordon to keep back the crowd.
A news photographer moved about, taking
pictures.

Across from Worland, his lined face
twisted in grief, a thin, elderly man in a
heavy gray overcoat knelt silently by the

body. It was Albert Bright, of Elnora, the
victim’s father.

Soon Dr. Tyndall arrived. Helped by
Worland, the coroner removed the’ vic-
tim’s overcoat and gloves. On Bright’s
left hand was a ruby ring. Hidden under
the gloves, it had been missed by the
killers. All of his pockets were empty,
indicating that robbery had been the mo-
tive for the murder.

Anticipating the discovery, the victim’s
relatives had a city ambulance from In-
dianapolis waiting. Following a cursory
examination, the coroner released the
body to the relatives. The coroner’s ex-
amination revealed there were two bullet
holes in the head and two in the back.

Later that day Mrs. Bright was visited
by her brother. He broke the news to her
that her husband’s body had been recovered
and he gave her the ring taken from his
finger. Pressed for statements by re-
porters, Mrs. Bright said brokenly she be-
lieved that the killers would be caught;
but she expressed no desire for vengeance.

From a mortuary on Prospect Street the
body was removed to City Hospital, where
an autopsy was performed Wednesday
night by two Marion County deputy cor-
oners, under the direction of Tyndall. As
expected, lack of water in the victim’s
lungs indicated that Bright had been dead
when he was thrown into the creek.

Unexpected, however, was the result of
probing for bullets. Three slugs were re-
covered, and all were .38-caliber, thus re-
futing the theory that Bright had been
shot with a .22.

“Two guns were probably used,” Leach
said. “The heavy caliber bullets were
fired into the body some other place than
the cornfield. That location, when found,
may reveal valuable evidence.”

The bullets were marked and retained

by the state detective captain for possible
comparison tests with those from any
suspect gun.

Early Thursday Sheriff Brown received
an anonymous letter, postmarked at Indi-
anapolis. It stated that Bright had been
killed by an Indianapolis girl, Joan Mc-
Masters. Brown telephoned state police
headquarters and promised to forward the
letter, to permit the state’s “examiner of
questioned documents” to study it in an ef-
fort to discover the identity of the writer.

Upstairs in a two-room apartment on
East Washington street, Indianapolis, a
blonde admitted her name was Joan Mc-
Masters, and expressed no surprise when
O’Neal and Stewart called. She offered a
surprise of her own:

“Well, have you caught that sneakin’ so-
and-so who stole my money?”

“We’re here to ask you some questions,”
O’Neal said. “Where were you between
6:00 and 7:00. o’clock last Monday night?”

“I was coolin’ my heels down at your
station. You’re city police dicks, ain’t
you?”

“No; we’re state police,’ Stewart told
her. “You say you were at the station
Monday night. What for?”

“Well, late Monday afternoon I had a
date with a punk to go out for a beer, see;
and while I was gettin’ dressed, he leaves.
I thought it kind of funny that he took a
powder; then I found out why. He had
snitched two bucks and a half from my
purse. I went down to report it and to ask
’em to: make him give it back, or else. I
ain’t heard a thing, so I figured you guys
had caught him. What’s on your mind?”

“We're investigating the murder of
William Bright,” O’Neal told her.

The blonde lit a cigarette and pulled
deeply before replying. “Sorry; but I
don’t know anything about no murder.”

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4102 Bowman avenue, 50 blocks south,
the man and his car had disappeared.

Bright had left the store at 6 o’clock
Monday evening. His wife, Lois, who
taught the third grade in the University
Heights school, thought that her hus-
band was working overtime, taking in-
ventory at the drug store. Upon awaken-
ing early Tuesday, she became alarmed.
After telephoning hospitals, the police
station and the homes of their friends
and relatives, she had reported Bright’s
disappearance to the bureau of missing
persons, then had called in Indianapolis
and state police.

Thus far, no trace of the druggist or
his car had been found.

In the cornfield later that afternoon,
Worland pointed out to Detectives
Meredith Stewart and Robert O’Neal
and the sheriff the spot where the hat
had been picked up. A state trooper
was on his way to Indianapolis to turn
it over to Captain Matt Leach for iden-
tification.

“From the looks of all that blood the
owner of the hat must have been shot
several times,” O’Neal remarked. “We’ll
drag the field around here and see if we
can turn up the shells.”

“What about these footprints?” Wor-
land asked.

O’Neal shook his head. “They’fe too
faint and mixed up to be of help. Some
look like rubbers, or rubber-soled shoes.
Here’s one that looks pretty small.”

Deputy L. Worland (left) was
first officer to investigate case
which ended with killer's
arrest by Sheriff Banks (r.)

“A woman, maybe?” the deputy sug-
gested.

It seemed unlikely, O’Neal said. How-
ever, an hour’s dragging turned up a
half-dozen empty .22 shells near the
scene, affirming the theory that the bullet
hole in the hat had been made with that
caliber gun and that the victim had
been shot more than once, .

Oddly, perhaps, near the spot where
the hat was found they picked up the
stringy remains of a chewed match stem.

At Indianapolis, meantime, the hat
had been taken to the Harbison phar-
macy, where the store owner identified
it as the one Bright was wearing when
he left the store.

From somewhere, an erroneous report
had gone out that Bright’s body had
been found and, when a state police
cruiser arrived at the Bowman Ave-
nue home to take the auburn-haired
schoolteacher to headquarters, she had
already called an undertaker and made
preliminary arrangements for the burial
of her husband.’

“Oh, do you think he may still be
alive?” she asked;- but the faint hope
fled as she viewed the hat, noting the
bullet hole and bloodstains,

“William must have been attacked. I
can’t understand it; he. was so kind, and
had no enemies,” she said dolefully.

Comforted by her sister, Mrs. Bright
was returned to her home to continue
a sleepless vigil.

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Don Stiver, director of public safety,
ordered Leach to send all available
troopers to assist sheriff’s officers in an
extensive search of every river, creek,
woods and culvert in Shelby County for
the body of the missing druggist.

Route 29, the road on which the at-
tackers of Bright had apparently driven
from Indianapolis, extends southwest
from the capital, through Shelbyville
and on to the little city of Madison,
located on the Ohio River, one hundred
miles from the Indiana metropolis. And
there, on the morning of January 5th,
a postal clerk named Sebastian Sheets,
on his way to work, noted a black
sedan, without license plates, parked on
Walnut Street, near the Jefferson County
courthouse.

At noon Sheets stopped at the Madi-
son police station to report the
abandoned car.

“Probably belongs to someone who
hasn’t bought his new plates and is
afraid to drive it since the chief set
the deadline,” Patrolman Will Gray said.

Late that afternoon, when a _ uni-
formed state patrolman, Robert Gor-
mon, paid a routine call at the station,
Gray mentioned the abandoned car. The
trooper headed for the office of Sheriff
Leslie Bear, at the county jail.

“That car may belong to the druggist
who disappeared from Indianapolis last
night,” Gormon said; and the sheriff
agreed.

The big, old-fashioned car was still
parked in the residential district. It
bore no license. Closer inspection showed
that it had been stripped of tire rack,
floor mat and heater, and that the keys
were missing. On the outside of a

small trunk at the rear of the car were
brown stains.
“We'll find that druggist’s body in-
side this trunk,” Gormon told the sheriff.
It was a bad guess. The trunk was

empty; and there were no bloodstains
on the inside.

“What do you make of that, Bob?”
the sheriff asked.

“Notice the size? Mr. Bright weighed
around 150, according to the broadcast.
He wouldn’t fit in that space.”

Bear raised the hood and looked for
the motor number while Gormon
searched the interior. The patrolman
emerged with a handful of cigarette
stubs and three chewed-up match stems.

“What’s that red stuff on those butts—
lipstick?”

“That or blood,” Gormon replied.
“Our technicians will tell us. Let’s tow
this crate to your garage, and I’ll get
someone down here to go over it for
fingerprints. This is the murder car,
all right; there’s a lot of blood in the
padding under the floor boards.”

Back at his office, Bear contacted
Captain Leach by telephone. AS ex-
pected, the motor number proved the
car was that of the missing druggist.
Leach said that, as Bright did not
smoke, the twenty-five cigarette stubs
indicated that probably more than one
person was involved in the slaying, and
that they probably debated for some
time before deciding how to dispose
of the body.

“Apparently Bright’s attackers took
time to remove the accessories,” Leach
told the sheriff. “Check all places there
where those missing parts might be
sold.”

Bear complied, enlisting the aid of
the city police; but no trace of the acces-
sories was uncovered. Late that eve-
ning Technician Donald Winn, dis-
patched from the Seymour Post of the
state police, processed the Bright car for
fingerprints, only to find that it had
been wiped clean.

At 11 a.m. Wednesday, as Detectives
O’Neal and Stewart arrived at the

Shelby County jail to organize a posse
for a thorough search of the county,
Worland came running out to their car.
A farmer named Hays McFadden had
just telephoned that he had found
blood on the railing of the Red Mill
Bridge. }

“Tt crosses Sugar Creek, a mile north
of Boggstown,” Worland added, as he
climbed into the back seat. ‘I left word
for Sheriff Brown and Buster to join
us out there.”

As the state police car bore north-
west along Route 29, the deputy re-
marked that the bridge was less than
two miles from the cornfield where the
hat was found, and that the water be-
neath it was deep enough to hide a num-
ber of bodies.

Waiting on the 200-foot concrete span
were McFadden and three other farm-
ers, all bundled up in winter clothing
and moving about to keep warm.

Sure enough, a little west of the cen-
ter of the bridge there were spots of
blood along the wide top of the north
railing; and more crimson splotches
showed on the spindles and inner ledge
of the bannister. In the stain along the
top were tiny threads of black cloth.

Below, Sugar Creek, widened by the
big dam 100 yards to the south and
muddy from recent rains, rushed swiftly
beneath the bridge.

“The water is twelve or fifteen feet
deep here,” McFadden observed.

From the center of the roadway, op-
posite the stained rail and leading to-
ward it, marks in the dirt indicated
that some heavy object had been dragged
along the floor of the bridge.

“This is it,” Worland said, pointing.
“JT figure a man and a woman bumped
off Bright over in the cornfield and
got rid of his body here.”

“What makes you think one was a
woman, Len?” (Continued on page 93)

Det. O'Neal (above) traced killer of
Wm. Bright, whose bereaved father,
sister and mother are shown at left


94

Was the writer of the anonymous letter

a liar? Apparently the girl was in the
clear, as city police records revealed that
she had been at the station Monday eve-
ning to report a robbery. A young ex-
Kentuckian had taken her money, she
had claimed. The thief had not been lo-
cated.

“There may be a connection,” O’Neal told
his partner. “Madison is just across the
river from Kentucky. Could be, she was
around the station Monday night fixing
up an alibi. Let’s check with the captain.
He may want her brought in for a lie-
detector test.”

When they arrived back at headquarters
they found that the case had broken wide
open.

A: the Madison police station early
Thursday morning, as a patrolman named
Elmer Hamlon arrived to begin his shift,
a town “character” sidled up and asked
if he wanted to hear “something hot” in
regard to the murder.

“Spill it,” Hamlon said, tolerantly, ex-
pecting nothing of importance.

“A young feller who lives here just
bought an auto heater from a couple of
crooks.”

Hamlon asked a few questions, then
headed for the sheriff’s office.

“Sounds like you’ve got something, El-
mer,” Bear said. “I’ll call Captain Leach,
at Indianapolis, and see what he thinks.”

Leach was specific. “Get hold of Gor-
mon. The two of you call on that young
man who bought the heater. If the guy
gets tough, get tougher. Keep me posted.”

Minutes later the elderly sheriff and the
uniformed state police officer were knock-
ing on the door of the small frame home of
Wilbur Kidwell, located eight blocks from
where the murder car had been abandoned.
Their plans were made. Gormon would
play the “heavy,” ready and willing to
resort to violence; while the sheriff was
to be the sympathetic, fatherly officer to
whom the suspect would turn and talk.

“What have I done now, Sheriff?” a
slim man in his early twenties asked ban-
teringly, as the officers entered without
waiting for a formal invitation.

“T think you know why we’re here,” Gor-
mon told him coldly.

“We want to ask you some questions
and look around, Wilbur,” Bear said, his
tone friendly. ‘“O.K.?”

“Yeah, Sheriff; I got nothin’ to hide,”
Kidwell said, his eyes shifting fleetingly
toward a corner of the cluttered living
room.

“Nothing to hide, eh?” Gorman retorted
sharply, catching the side glance. He
strode across the room and lifted a small
bundle of clothing. ‘“Here’s something you
forgot to hide.”

“Them ain’t mine,” Kidwell said defen-
sively, as he watched Gormon unfold a
wrinkled shirt and trousers.

“You’d better be able to prove that,” Gor-
mon replied sharply. “These stains are
blood.”

“T think you’d better tell us all you
know, Wilbur,” the sheriff urged. “I'll see
that you get a fair break.”

Kidwell shrugged his thin shoulders. “I
guess you’re right, Sheriff. Seems like
everything happens to me. Here I am,
tryin’ to keep my nose clean; then, bingo,
I’m mixed up in a murder.”

Kidwell said that at 2:00 o’clock on the
morning of Tuesday, Jan. 5th, he awoke.
His little dog was barking, and someone
was knocking at the front door. “It’s
Vurtis,” the visitor said.

“I recognized the voice as that of my
brother-in-law. He came in with another
young guy and said they wanted to stay
for a couple of days.

I told him he’d bet-

ter go see about some rubber checks that
had backed up on him. They left to get
their clothes, and came back with a car
heater. Said they took it off a car in
Bedford, Kentucky.”

“Did you buy that heater from them?”
the sheriff asked.

“No. I intended to, but I changed my
mind. My brother-in-law left in a half
hour or so, and while I was talking to
the other fellow I noticed blood on his
shoe. I said, ‘You and Vurtis must have
knocked somebody in the head.’ He said,
‘We got a guy at a stop light in Indianap-
olis. Slim shot him, and we threw his body
in the river.’

“That was enough for me. I told him
to get away from my house and to take
his damn heater with him.”

“Why didn’t you report this?” Gormon
demanded.

“I’m no ‘stool.’ I don’t feel just right tell-
in’ you now; but I don’t owe Vurtis Neal
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me mixed up in this!”

Kidwell said that Neal had worn a blue
overcoat, light-colored cap and brown
sweater. His shoes were black, with rub-
ber soles, and his trousers were brown,
“Like they wear ‘round oil stations,” he
added. Neal’s companion had worn dark
pants, a blue overcoat, and a checkered
cap.

“I didn’t see any gun, but the fellow
with Vurtis showed me about 15 cartridges
he had in a paper sack. They were .38
longs. That’s about all I can tell you.
They left, and I ain’t seen or heard of ’em
since; and I don’t want to.”

Asked to describe Neal’s companion,
Kidwell said he was a thin-faced fellow of
twenty or so, always chewing on a match
stem.

“We'll have to hold you as a material
witness, Wilbur,” the sheriff told him. Kid-
well raised no objection. As long as the
two killers were at large, it might be safer
for him to be in the Jefferson County jail,
Bear pointed out, since they might get the
idea of eliminating him as a possible wit-
ness against them.

A CALL to Leach set off a search for
Vurtis Neal and his companion and brought
a request that Kidwell come to Indianapolis
for further questioning and a lie-detector
test.

“Vurtis Neal? That’s the name of the
fellow who robbed the McMasters girl,”
O’Neal said, when told what Kidwell had
related. “She might be able to give us
a line on where we could find him.”

Leach agreed. When brought in for
questioning, however, the blonde claimed
she had no idea where he might be. “Un-
less he’s gone crawlin’ back to his wife,
the shrimp!” she added contemptuously.
She explained that the wife lived over on
Illinois Street and worked as a waitress
in a tavern.

Joan said Neal said he had left his wife
because he didn’t want to live with a wo-
man who worked in a tavern—it apparently
was against his religious principles. ‘“He’s
been rooming at 430 East Ohio Street with
his twin brother and another fellow,” she
added. :

From the Ohio Street address O’Neal
and Stewart brought in three men for
questioning. One was the twin brother of
the murder suspect, a young man who
played a violin in taverns. He had no
police record. Both he and the other two
men denied all knowledge of the where-
abouts of Vurtis, and each had an alibi
for Monday evening.

When Gormon and Bear arrived with
Kidwell, the three men were released.
None of them looked anything like the
match-chewing youth who had accom-
panied Neal, Kidwell said.

Deciding not to question the killer’s little
brunette wife, Leach had a squad alter-
nate in keeping her home under sur-
veillance, reasoning that Neal might re-
turn and try to hide in her rooms.

Newspapers had given full details on
Neal and the description of his companion
in crime, as furnished by Kidwell. Then,
late Thursday, a big middle-aged man
named Nicholas Johnson came to the
sheriff’s office in Shelbyville, in response to
an appeal to the public for aid in locating
the killers.

“I think I hauled one of them from here
to Indianapolis yesterday,” Johnson told
the sheriff.

A special caretaker at the National Guard
Armory in Shelbyville, while on the way
to the state capital Wednesday, he had
picked up a hitchhiker.

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THE TRAGIC death of pretty
Alice May Girton (right) seemed
easily solved. But it looked
less simple as time went on.

EXAMINING the murder room
(above) is Dr. B. W. Rhamy,.
coroner's physician. The vic-
tim was found beside the bed.

For the next hour Captain Taylor, a man of long experience
as well as a graduate of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s
school of scientific crime detection, and his two assistants,
Smith and Kammeyer, scrutinized every part of the room for
clues. Fingerprints, blood, foot marks on the floor, hair, lint,
dirt—such were the objects of their search.

Meanwhile, Dr. B. W. Rhamy had finished the preliminary
stages of the post-mortem examination. “Alice May Girton,”
he declared, “was criminally assaulted and murdered by
strangulation. The two acts happened concurrently. The body
bears no other marks of violence, the bruised appearance
being characteristic of death by strangulation.”

ey at police headquarters Captain Taylor, Kammeyer
and Smith were attempting to piece together their meager
collection of clues, most important of which was Alice May’s
diary. é
Between the lines the little book told the story of a normal,
adolescent girl budding into young womanhood, of her in-
creased awareness of the other sex and desire for love. Its
pathetic little confidences traced Miss Girton’s life as an
honor student in Winchester High School, her routine
experiences at her father’s farm home, three miles northwest
of that town. The pages fairly glowed with optimism when the
state rehabilitation bureau decided to send her to business
college.

Alice Girton had a slightly
result of infantile paralysis. The city,
lights and new fascinations, had held strong attraction for

Alice Girton death riddle!

deformed right arm as a

studded with bright .


Alice May Girton and the Wandering Rapist (Continued from Page 18)

Bureau, ‘and Captain Taylor asked

him:

“What do you know about the death
of Alice May Girton?”

“Death? Miss Girton dead?” Zim-
merman shouted, in apparently sincere
amazement. “I don’t know what you're
talking about. I was with her until
three o’clock this morning.”

“Are you sure it was three o'clock?”

“Absolutely. I looked at my watch
when I was still in her house, and 1
saw it was past 2:45. I thought I
shouldn’t decently stay any longer be-
cause of the time. So I left.”

Miller’s testimony had estimated his
departure a full hour earlier. It was
a strange contradiction, especially. as
Doctor Rhamy believed that Alice had
been slain at 3 am. - .

“What did you two do all evening,
Zimmerman?” >

“We went to a show, had some beer
and walked back to her home, about
midnight, I think. She let me come
upstairs.
in the porch swing.. We sang some..
It became a little cool, and we went
into her room. We played and chatted

and even had a pillow fight. But we

did not do anything wrong.”
“She’s lying dead now, choked and
raped, You must have a theory about

“No! No! I don’t know a thing!”

But under the stress of a severe
grilling, Zimmerman recall that
when he and Alice came in at mid-
night, the door across the hall had
been ajar, and that he had closed it.
After they left the porch the door
again had been half open. This time
Alice had shut it, commenting:

“It’s Miller in there. He talks too
much. He bores me.”

At intervals Zimmerman was brought
back to Taylor’s office and questioned.
Two or three detectives worked on
him, trying to find some flaw in his
story, but. his replies were consistent.
He grew intensely nervous, exploding
on one occasion at the newspaper pho-
tographers and pulling his shirt over
his head to prevent pictures from being
taken, His most significant admission
was that he had a police record. He
had served 60 days in Adrian, Michi-

an, on a larceny charge.

It did not seem reasonable that -

Zimmerman should have gone all day
without reading a newspaper, or hear-
ing rumors of the girl’s tragic death.
A technical charge of “loitering”. was
filed against him, and he was held in
$5,000 bail. p

OW the inquiry focused again on

Adrian H. Miller. He had been al-
lowed to think that he was not sus-
pected, yet had been kept under sub-
tle surveillance. The time had come
to smash through his defenses. He
might not be the killer, but he prob-
ably knew more than he had told.

“The best way,” said Captain Tay-
lor, “is to let him alone until he’s
sound asleep. Then pounce on. him,
bring him down here and give him a
sticky questioning before he has a
chance to figure out exactly what he
told us before.”

At midnight Smith and Kammeyer
went to the South Lafayette Street
house, knocked guardedly and were let
in by. Mrs. Kelly. They crept upstairs,
using a flashlight to guide them. Mil-
ler’s door was open. He was in bed,

lying flat_on his back and breathing’

heavily. The first shout to him to get
up produced
the flashlight against his eyelids did
not faze him. The detectives shook
him vigorously, and finally he stirred.
“It’s Headquarters for you,” Smith
growled. “I thought you said yo
were a light sleeper.” '
“J took some bromides tonight,” Mil-
ler answered. He seemed too apathetic
to ask why the police wanted to talk
to him. Yawning, he slipped into
shorts, pants, socks, shoes and a shirt.
At the Detective Bureau Smith fired
questions at him for ten minutes, Why
so many cigarettes? Why did his hands
shake so? What was worrying him

We talked a while, ‘sitting -

no effect. The glare of '

now? Could he have a killing on his
conscience?

Miller replied in low tones, brush-
ing aside every accusation.

“you're guilty as Hell,” Smith bel-
lowed. “Come clean! How did you
get into the girl’s room? Did you break
your way in?”

Miller did not answer. He bit his
lip, and his eyes shifted restlessly. He
fingered the lapel of his coat.

“T’m going downstairs, and when I
come back you’d better have spilled
it,” the detective warned.

Kammeyer entered. ‘You might as
well understand, Miller, that we’ve got
the dope on you. Your pajamas have

‘ peen given laboratory tests, and they

show you were the one. (This was a
stretching of the truth. The tests had
not been completed.) Samples of your
hair were found at the scene. How

Avalon Thompson: Her fath-
er put a strange tale in her
mouth. See story on Page 26

did you get that scratch on your
chin?” ‘

“Tt cut myself shaving this morn-
ing.” Miller quavered.

“you're lying. Somebody scratched
you. That gash came from a finger-
nail—Alice’s, when she was dying.
How did you work it to be in her
room? You'd better tell us, boy. Ivll
be easier.”

Without warning, Miller blew up.
“All right, all right, I'll tell you,” he
screamed. “I killed her.”

Kammeyer rushed out, fetched Cap-
tain Taylor and Smith. The confession
taken down in their presence was
marked by the usual evasions, the
usual attempts to put part of the
blame on the victim.

Miller’s statement, omitting his re-
volting description of the attack it-
self, was as follows:

“J rapped on her door right after
that man (Zimmerman) left. The
light was out when I went into the
room. She said, ‘It’s kind of late to
come into a girl’s room.’ But I didn’t
let that stop me.

“She had something around her
shoulders. I think it was a wrap of
some kind. I sat on the bed and
talked a while.

“We had been in each other’s rooms
before. She used to come into my
room, and I helped her with her
studies—you know, shorthand and so
forth.

“She said she was chilly, and I know
I pulled the covers of the bed up
over her.

“All of it looks so silly to me now,
and I don’t remember much about it.
I had only my pajamas on... e

- Act. He received a jail sentence,

fought me. Once she said, ‘You pig!’
I remember that I put a pillow over
her face and that she knocked it
away or wiggled out from under it,
and that I had to slam it back on her.
That was to keep her from crying
out. 26 4

“J don’t remember putting any-
thing in her mouth. I am _ puzzled
about it. I don’t remember that she
fell off the bed. You know she never
did make much noise. How did she get
that stuff in her mouth? I must have
done it, and I can’t remember any
more than I know how she got off the
bed onto the floor.” :

Police annals are filled with crimes
that bear a general resemblance to
the atrocity committed by Adrian
Miller. I have checked carefully and
I find that. the worst cases are motiv-
ated by chronic venereal disease.

When Miller came to talking about
his deplorable past he admitted that
be was a syphilitic. “I am not as
strong as I used to be,” he said. “I’ve
been taking shots for syphilis for a

now 31 years old. At
nineteen he left his home in Racine,
Wisconsin, and drifted to Alabama.
He was arrested for vagrancy in
Mobile and held for 24 hours. There
were several ships in port that needed
hands. The authorities, glad to get rid
of him, allowed him to sign before
the mast. He followed the sea for
four years. In Philadelphia, when he
was 23, he attempted suicide for
reasons unknown, but made a poor
job of it. Less than a year afterwards
he found a Negro burglar aboard a
boat on which he was working. He
tackled the intruder in the Captain’s
cabin and received a knife wound.
Then Miller snatched up the skipper’s
‘45 caliber revolver and shot the

Negro, who fell overboard, never was -

seen again. Miller was not prose-
cuted.

In 1931 he was held in San Fran-
cisco for disorderly conduct, but re-

leased with a warning. He lived up

-and down the Pacific coast with “a

prostitute named Clara.” This caused
his arrest for a violation of the —

ju
in seven months was freed on pro-
bation. He was frequently in brawls,
and on one occasion was accused of
trying to kill a man. He was given a
psycopathic examination, found “le-
gally sane” and turned loose. What a
calamity! That was Society’s chance
to apply preventive measures, to place
Miller in an institution and either cure
him or hold him permanently. It was

muffed; and he continued to trail .

about the world like a venomous
serpent.

From 1933 until the Fall of 1937 he
worked in Peru, South America, most-
ly as a foreman of native laborers.
Then he returned to the United States
and shipped on coastal steamers for
several months. Then glimmerings of
ambition made him decide that he
ought to learn a more profitable trade.
He persuaded his brother in Racine
to supply funds, and on June 3, 1938,
he arrived in Fort Wayne, registered
as a student of engineering at Indiana
Technical College.

He worried about his health, took
treatments for syphilis. But we have
seen how long he ‘was able to restrain
his vicious impulses. The brain of
such a subject deteriorates until he
has practically no will-power left. Al-
ready tainted sexually, his dreadful
urge is towards more and more sex.
He has no mercy for his victims, and
at the least show of resistance he may
become a killer.

When the long interrogation ended
and he had signed his confession, Mil-
ler was seized with a bad attack of
the. jitters. He raved in his cell until
daylight. In the morning he collapsed
on his way to City Court, But he re-
covered sufficiently to be given a
hearing, and was held without bail.

Later he was taken to the South
Lafayette Street house, where he re-
enacted his crime in the presence of
the detectives.

At the time of writing Miller has
not yet come to trial. He was indicted
by the Allen County grand jury on
November 10, 1938, on first-degree
murder charges. Under the laws of
Indiana, homicide while committing a
rape cannot be reduced to second-
degree murder, and on conviction the
death sentence is mandatory. It is
indicated that Miller may plead in-
sanity.

The larger issue is not what be-
comes of the wretched Miller. His
case should be pondered as an exam~-
ple of the price we pay for failure to
control the ravages of venereal dis-
ease.

Surgeon General Thomas Parran’s
work has been mentioned in every one
of this series of articles. A year ago
Doctor Parran published a book en-
titled Shadow on the Land: Syphilis.
Let us consider some of the facts em-
phasized in its pages. I am not quot-
ing directly. The contents of several
chapters has been summarized in the
following paragraphs:

Ares one-half million persons are
annually diagnosed in the United
States as syphilitic, and the number
reported is a small percentage of those
actually affected. Syphilis is more
common in this country than measles,
twice as common as tuberculosis, a
hundred times more frequent than in-
fantile paralysis. It is responsible for
a fraction above ten percent of all
insanity, for fifteen percent of all
blindness and for more than 50 per-
cent of all children born blind. A
million potential mothers in the
United States are suffering from active
syphilis or have had the disease, and
five times out of six the untreated
syphilitic pregnant woman will bear a
dead child. The majority of all still-
births are due to syphilis. Yet in spite
of the hazards, 60,000 congenital] ~
syphilitic children come into the worl
each year.

Less than half the new cases amor
adults seek treatment in the early
stages of the malady, and less than a
fifth of the diagnosed cases continue
treatment through the minimum safe
period—one year. An improvement in,
these particular figures should have’
occurred as a result of Doctor Par-
ran’s nation-wide. drive since the book:
was written, but the time has been
too short to cut them down materially.

We: need to adopt the methods of
the Scandinavian countries, which
have made the treatment of syphilis
free and obligatory. The new cases
which occur in the United States each
year average 796 to each 100,000 of
the population. It used to be almost
as bad in Scandinavia, but ‘Norway
has reduced its rate today to 30 per
100,000, Denmark to 20 and Sweden
to seven. Doctor Parran believed that
those figures were false, too optimis-
tic, until he personally had checked
them on the spot. He came back re-
solved that what three European coun-
tries had done could be accomplished
in wealthy America. He sold the idea
: President Roosevelt, and the fight
$s on.

The Surgeon General is convinced
that the essence of the problem is to
recognize that syphilis is an epidemic
disease. It is not the individual’s prob-
lem; it is Society’s. Sex relations are
not the only means of transmitting the
infection. It may be transmitted by a
kiss or a cigarette, or, through any
abrasion of the skin. The germs have
been found on a drinking-glass half
an hour after the glass had been’ rinsed
in cold water. Relentless _sanitation,:
compulsory registration of new cases, ~
and free clinics are the only measures
which can eliminate so great a scourge.

From the medical viewpoint I agree -
heartily. But the campaign should
take criminology into account. This is
not being done. Statistics on venereal
disease as a cause of crime should be
collected. Federal and State police «
should be furnished with lists of in--
fected persons who,

like Adrian H.
Miller, .are potential rapists and
killers.

beside me took my purse. He emptied

it out on the seat. There was a dollar
bill, two quarters, some small change
and some tax tokens. He put it all in
his pocket.

As we came in town, he said:

“You can let us off in front of the
Governor Hotel.”

I stopped in front of the hotel. As
they got out, they both said:

“Don’t forget about your kids. One
peep out of you and they are ‘gon-
ners’.”’

I saw them run down the street to-
ward the railroad yards.

I sat in the car for a few minutes. I

didn’t know whether I should go to’

the police station or not. I was afraid
they might see me and go to my house.
I remembered what they had said
about my babiés and I drove home as
fast as I could. I told my mother what
had happened and she called you.

A> THE young mother finished she
collapsed completely, sobbing hys-
terically.

Her mother and Hays tried to com-
fort her, but she became even more
hysterical.

“Call an ambulance,” Hays ordered
Heath. Then, to the the girl’s mother,
he said: “Your daughter is one of the
bravest women I have ever seen. To
go through an ordeal like that and
then fight for control long enough to
give us the details so we can try to
catch the men... it is one of the
greatest exhibitions of grit that I ever
hope to witness. I'll get those men if
it’s the last thing I ever do.”

Hays put in a call to Headquarters.
Before leaving, he told the girl’s
mother:

“I have your place completely sur-
rounded by my men. You need have
no fear that those fiends will harm th
children.”

Deputies Ed Sterns and Frank Kefi-
ney of the Sheriff’s office were w t-
ing in Hay’s office.

Hays took out his notebook.

“Here's what we've got, fellows. The
men took Mrs. Roloff to a place that’s
near Tenino. It is down a graveled
road that turns off to the right. She
said she drove about six miles and they
went under two railroad tracks and
over two railroad tracks, turning
sharply to the left at the last set of
tracks.”

Heath spread a map on the table.

“This must be it.” He pointed to a
road leading to Grand Mound. “Look,
the Northern Pacific has tracks going
through there. It would be the rail-
road tracks she spoke of.”

“We'd better go out and look. She
said she pulled a button off the guy’s
shirt. If we get them, that button will
be the thing that will convict them.”

He thumbed a page in the notebook
and said:

“Here are some of the things she told
us about the men. One of the fellows
is a youth with a stupid-looking face
and bushy hair. The other is older,
about forty, with sharp features and
small, deep-set eyes.

“The older guy has a southern
drawl, and they both had been drink-
ing stuff that smelled like shaving
lotion ... which might be bay rum.

“She said they ran toward the rail-
road track. The fact that they were
both dirty and dressed shabbily, cou-
pled with the bay rum, puts them in the
vagrant class. I’ll give the radio oper-
ator this dope and then we'll be ready
to +

out in a high-powered police car to

look for the place where Mrs. Roloft

said the attacks were made.
On the way, Hays commented:
“There’s one thing about her story I

didn’t understand, and she passed out

before I could question her about it.
She said there was a man in the shed
when they got there, yet he didn’t at-
tack her, and he didn’t leave with
them. I wonder who he was.

“Yeah, and the men knew exactly
where they were going.
have been there before. I think we
may find something mighty interest-
ing when we locate that abandoned
farm.”

By!

ACTUAL DETECTIVE STORTES-OF-

Through the rain-swept night and
over glassy highways, the police car
hurtled at break-neck speed. The
flashing red lights on the front and
the wailing siren cleared the road for
them as they sped on.

There were numerous false starts
down gravel roads near Tenino be-
fore the officers found the right one
that led to the railroad tracks, but by
4:30 a. m., while it was still dark, the “Look!” Sterns cried. “Here it is.”
powerful searchlight mounted on the He pointed to a gray button on the
top of the police car played over the floor.
buildings of an abandoned farm, iden- “Don’t touch it until I get my camera
tical with the one Mrs. Roloff had de- and make a photo so we can use it in
scribed. court when we get ’em,” Hays said.

There was a shed next to the house, “Anything is too good for beasts like
and as the officers kicked open the them,” Heath growled.
door, they found a man sleeping on the “When we get ’em, they may get
floor. plenty at that,” Hays added. “Don’t

“Get up out of there!” Hays shouted. forget we've got ‘Smith Troy for a

A tramp rolled off a pile of hay he prosecutor.”
had spread on the rotting boards. His words were well understood by

“Did you see anyone around here the others. Troy had used the kidnap
early last evening?” law, which has a death penalty, and

“Somebody was here about mid- had won death convictions in cases less
night. A couple of guys in a car,” the violent than this one.
old man said, rubbing his eyes as he Sterns came in with his camera and
blinked into the glare of the filash- flash-globes popped while he made
lights. photos of the scene.

See a woman?” “Well, let’s get back to town,” Heath

and then hung on until the very end
to tell us about it when she must have
been half-crazy with fright and pain.
“If we catch these men, whoever
they are, we can give all the credit to
her. And the women of Olympia ought
to give her a medal for bravery, for
she very likely will have saved at
least a few of them from a similar
fate, when we catch these rats.”

Up to the Minute

IFE imprisonment was the recommendation of an Oklahoma Jury
when it brought back a verdict of guilty of murder against John
Story for burning to death the third of his four wives. This case
was covered completely in the November, 1939, issue of ACTUAL
DETECTIVE STORIES of Women in Crime, under the title, “Double

Indemnity for My Husband’s Wives,” written by Story’s fourth wife.

The electric chair claimed Adrian Miller, rapist-slayer of Alice
May Girton, in Indiana—‘‘Alice May Girton and the Wandering Rapist,”
June 1, 1938, issue ... Also executed, but by gas, was James Godwin,
who slew Donald Moss in High Point, North Carolina, last Fall. This
case was given under the title “So the Jailer’s Daughter Set Them
Free,” under the date of January, 1939... And in California’s gas
chamber, Charles McLachlan, bellowing like a bull, died for the sex
slaying of little Jennie Mareno—“When the Little Girl’s ‘Friend’ W
Wild,” June 1, 1938.

Up to the Minute is presented as a department in ACTUAL DE-
TECTIVE STORIES of Women in Crime from time to time to enable
Roper to keep up with latest developments in cases previously de-
scribed.

go.
Hays, Heath, Sterns and Kenney set

They must

“No. Just two men. They fooled
around for a while and then left. One
of them talked to me. He said they
were looking for a place to sleep, but
the big house leaked and I had the
shed, so they left.”

“Didn’t you hear a woman scream?”

“Tt thought I heard something, but I
didn’t want to butt in. They weren't
hurting me any. I just came in here
to sleep. It is kind of a jungle camp
for hoboes.”

“Did you notice anything particular
about the men?”

“The older guy talked to me. He had
kind of a southern drawl.”

The officers questioned the old man
further, but he stuck-to his story.

They walked into the big house.
Under the beams of their hand-torches
they saw the sheets of cleansing tissue
that Mrs. Roloff had told them about.
It was the right place beyond a doubt.

“We've got to find that button she
tore off the older fellow’s shirt,” Hays
said.

The officers went down on their
hands and knees, throwing the light
on the litter and dirt on the floor
that covered the rough boards.

“Here’s a button!” Kenney cried.

It was a large brown button.

“The wrong one,” Hays said. “That’s
the one she said came off her coat.
We want a smaller one that came
from his shirt. She said it was a heavy

said. “We can’t convict the guys until
we get them.”

The officers returned to their car,
taking with them the old man they
had found sleeping in the shack. The
ride back to Olympia was as fast and
dangerous as the trip out. ;

When they arrived at Headquarters,
the cells were filled with suspects that
had been rounded up. There were 25
seedy characters all waiting to be in-
spected.

They were led out, one at a time,
and questioned. But not one exactly
fitted the descriptions given by Mrs.
Roloff, or was missing the particular
button from his shirt or had the south-
ern accent.

“Keep ’em rolling in here,’ Hays
ordered. “I know you boys haven't
had any sleep, and neither have I.
But everybody on the force is going
to keep working until we get these
guys.”

Hays sent telegrams to every town
in the state giving as complete de-
scriptions as possible and asking that
all suspicious characters be locked up
until they could be examined. He left
orders that freight trains should be
searched in the event the men were
trying to make an escape by that
means.

T WAS nearly eight o’clock in the
morning when the last orders were

work-shirt. It would likely be a gray out.

button.” “How about coffee?” Heath sug-
As they continued the search, Hays gested.

said: “After, I go down and go through

“T can’t get over the bravery of that
woman, Even in the stress of the tor-
ture she suffered at those devils’ hands,
she had presence of mind to rip a but-
ton from his shirt.

“She kept her head and remembered
everything she could about them, even
the mileage of the trip out here,

‘Little Hollywood’ personally,” Hays
told him. “You fellows coming?”

Sterns, Kenney and Heath readily
declared they would put off breakfast
until after the search.

Little Hollywood is the name given
to Olympia’s shanty-town along the
railroad tracks close to the tideflats

where vagrants have built sheds and
shacks.

The group of officers banged through
shanty after shanty, only to find the
occupants already rounded up by the
other officers who had been working
all night picking up suspects.

“I guess the boys have cleaned them
out pretty well,” Heath declared.

They were about to give up and go
uptown for breakfast, when Hays spied
an old peanut wagon sitting out in the
open. It seemed an impossible place
for anyone to hide, but as Hays walked
past he leaped up to the opening that
had been the counter and looked in.

Two men were stretched on the floor.

“Hey!” he cried.

The other officers came running.
Locating a door on the back, they
jerked it open and pulled the two men
out.

One was a man of about 40, with a
thin face covered with whiskers. The
other was a bushy-haired youth.

“What’n Hell you doing in there?”
Hays said.

“Sleeping off a drunk,” the older
fellow snarled out of the corner of his
mouth. ‘“What’s it to you?”

“What’ve you been drinking?” Then
smelling the stuff on their breaths,
he snapped: “Bay Rum!”

“Yeah, we all got ourselves a might
drunk last night, I reckon,” the older
man drawled.

AYS seized him by the throat.
“You’ve done more than get your-
selves drunk, you filthy pigs!”

As he let go of him, the man cringed
away. Hays reached in his pocket.

“This button looks like it might have
come off the pocket of your shirt.”

He held the button to the spot where
a button was missing on the man’s
shirt. He was wearing a heavy work-~-
shirt over a filthy linen shirt.

At Headquarters they had the man
with the missing shirt button speak
before the old man they had found in
the shed.

“That’s him,” the old man said posi-
tively. “That’s the fellow.”

Hays called in Prosecutor Smith
Troy, Harry C. Huse, chief of the State
Highway Patrol, and E. M. Moody of
the patrol.

Both suspects denied knowing any-
thing about the crimes against Mrs.
Roloff, but the older man, who gave
his name as Jack Marable, said that he
had been working laying track on the
Northern Pacific and at a spot not more
than a quarter of a mile from the place
where Mrs. Roloff had been taken.

When he was finger-printed he ad-
mitted that he had escaped from the
Draper Prison in Alabama, where he
was serving a fifteen-year term for
burglary.

The youth gave his name as Robert
Kimmick. He said that he was seven-
teen years old and an orphan. His
father, Harry Blakeman, had died in a
fire when their home burned, and he
never had seen his mother. He said
that he had lived with foster parents
in Sayre, Pennsylvania. P

Kimmick was brought in for ques-~
tioning again. Hays told him that as
soon as Mrs. Roloff was able to leave
the hospital she would be in to iden-
tify them.

Kimmick broke down then and con-
fessed. He admitted they had taken
her to the farm. At first he denied the
attacks, later admitted them but
claimed Mrs. Roloff had willingly sub-
mitted and later added that they had
threatened her with a knife.

After Kimmick’s confession, Marable
confessed.

Smith Troy immediately charged
each of them with kidmaping and
on two counts of rape, one for the
actual rape and the second for aiding
and abetting the other in the commis-
sion of the crime.

They will be tried on November 6,
and Troy will ask for the death penal-
ty, under the kidnap law.

Mrs. Roloff was able to leave the
hospital in a few days and viewed the
two men, positively identifying them.

One happy note is the fact that Emil
Roloff is recovering from his operation
and will be home and well by the time
this story goes to press.

aD—8

ee

IMF, Dec., 1939


MILLER Codeine

By GORDON E. FEWELL

Special Investigator for
INSIDE DETECTIVE

Street in Fort Wayne, Indiana, heard shuffling foot-

M‘°* LILLIAN KELLY, landlady at 922 Lafayette
steps descend the stairway and the front door close.

“Mr. Miller leaving for school,” she said to hersel

at the clock. It was Shortly after six o’clock on Thursday
morning, October 13, 1938. “Strange that he should be leaving

so early; maybe he couldn’t sleep.”

Another hour—two hours passed. Mrs. Kelly subconsciously
listening for her other roomer’s staccato dancing footsteps
on the stairs, began to wonder. Pretty Alice May Girton
was already late for school at the business college. What
could be keeping her ? Maybe the little girl from Winchester,
Indiana, was sick. The kindly landlady dried the dishwater

from her hands and went upstairs to investigate.

‘As she reached the top of the stairs, she noted that Miss
Girton’s door was tightly shut and that directly across the
hall, Adrian Miller’s was half open as usual. She shuddered
at the untidiness of Miller’s room and closed the door, “I’m
glad I’m getting that man out of here Saturday,” she murmured.

“Miss Girton,” the landlady called, knocking softly, “Miss
Girton, don’t you think you'd better hurry? You're already

There was no answer, “Miss Girton!” A note of anxiet
‘y

crept into her voice; she opened the door a crack.

The room was in wild disorder, in contrast with the girl’s
habitual neatness. Mrs. Kelly’s gaze rested on the bed.
was empty! She flung the door wide—and her blood turned

to ice.

her arms twisted and cramped beneath her. Livid spots
covered the white skin of her back, and splotches of purple

dotted her pathetic little face.

Stunned to silence, Mrs, Kelly faltered toward the lifeless
form. She saw that the pain-distorted mouth sagged open
because of a silken undergarment crammed into the girl’s

throat. Mrs. Kelly knelt and touched the cold, clammy fleshIXAMINING ;
So nervous was she that it seemed warm to her. shove) ts heb
“If Alice’s body is warm, she must still be alive,” murmuren Pa
the elderly woman dazedly. “I must get the police her
quick 1”
She hurried downstairs, burst out into the alley, and ra :
to the Fort Wayne Police headquarters, little more than; For the nex;
block away, is well as a kt
“Sergeant,” she gasped to the man at the desk, “MigChool of Bere!
Girton, my roomer—something terrible has happened to her />™ith and Ka:
She staved off hysteria long enough to describe the ghastklues. Finger
scene. . lirt—such wer
“What’s the address, lady ?” demanded the policeman, Turn Meanwhile,
ing to a clerk, he ordered, “Call out the squad. Looks like j@&¢s of the p
suicide. Get a doctor there, too; the lady thinks the Girtor¢ declared,
girl may still be alive,” trangulation,
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all black and blue and something’s stuffed in her mouth.” ing characte:

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One of the policemen examined the body. “No use, men/Ollection of ely.
he said. “The girl’s dead—strangled to death. Joe, you bediary.
it back to headquarters after Captain Taylor. The rest of yw Between ne
will see that no one touches anything until he gets here.” Aolescent girl
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show that. Now, we'll take pictures of everything befor’4te rehabilita:
moving the body.” He turned to the coroner. “After thollege. ..
pictures are taken, Walt, you can take the body, but let Da Alice . Girton
Rhamy make the post-mortem examination as soon' as possibl®S"!t of nian,
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just about when Wallace: was leaving.”

“When did he leave?”

“Two-forty.”

“How did you knqw he was leaving?”

“I sleep with my door-open for ven-
tilation. I saw him.” iy

“Do you know where he lives? Any-
thing about him?”

“I don’t know his address. She told me
he was a transient worker. He repairs and
installs furnaces.”

Taylor thanked Miller and went back to
the murder room. There Doctor Rhamy
announced that the ‘girl had probably
been dead for some seven hours. That
would set the time of the crime at ap-
proximately two o’clock Thursday morn-
ing.

Moreover, said the doctor, the silken
gag found in the girl’s mouth had nothing
to do with the killing. She had already
been dead when it had been thrust into
her throat. The direct cause of death
was suffocation.

ERGEANT KAMMEYER came for-
§ ward with the dead -girl’s diary in his

hand. He spoke to Taylor.

“There are a lot of entries here which
refer to Wallace. She was pretty fond of
him, evidently.”

“Is his address in the book?”

Kammeyer shook his head. “No. I've
been looking for it. However, she men-
tions the fact that she met him in a Berry
Street cafe, that he lived nearby and used
to eat there a lot.”

Taylor dispatched Smith and Kam-
meyer to the Berry Street area to institute
a search for Phil Wallace. It took them
less than an hour to establish his address.
He was known in the restaurant men-
tioned in the diary and also by several
other people who lived in the neighbor-
hood. "

Smith took up the vigil at the house
awaiting Wallace’s return.

Taylor was worried that the man
wouldn’t return at all. If Wallace had
killed the girl it was in the cards that he
should have fied. But, according to the
landlady, no clothing, no personal pos-
sessions had been taken from his room.

And at four o'clock that afternoon,
Smith arrived at Taylor’s office. With
him was Phil Wallace.

In response to the first routine ques-
tions Wallace said that he was 20 years
old and that his home was in Riga,
Michigan. He was obviously nervous, and
three times he asked Taylor why he had
been brought in: Taylor did not answer
directly. mi”

He said instead, “You know Alice May
Girton?”

“Of course.”

“You saw her last night?”

“Yes.”

“What time did you leave?” .

“About midnight.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t closer to two
o’clock?”

Wallace shook his head. “It was twelve.
Why do you say it was two?”

“Because,” said Taylor slowly, “that is
when Alice May Girton was killed.”

Wallace was staggered. “Killed!” he
‘exclaimed. “My God, you don’t think I
killed her?” ,

“It looks that way. Have you any
criminal record?”

That question seemed to terrify Wallace.
Taylor, noting his expression, said to
Sergeant Smith. “Call the police at Riga,
Michigan. Ask them if they know any-
thing about Phil Wallace.”

It developed that the police of Riga
did know something of Wallace. He had

a year before. The charge had been lar-

been arrested at Adrian, Michigan, about |

ceny, and he had served two months in
prison.
The suspect agreed that this was cor-

‘rect, but he still vehemently denied having

done any harm to the Giiton girl.

y WALLACE was being taken to a

‘cell pending further investigation, a

uniformed policeman. entered Tay-
lor’s office, handed him an envelope. He
said, “A young .man left this for you.”

Taylor opened the envelope to discover
a lengthy communication from Adrian
Miller. ,

I have been thinking about Alice May’s
murder. The keynote to the case is a
psychological study of the characters sn-
volved.

Alice came from a small town, and her
background was, in comparison with the
city, rather desolate. Hers was a sheltered
life. She was alone. Even in high school
she didn’t have a normal life. She told
me that. She didn’t have any friends or
associates of her own age and class. The
reason for this, as I told you, was her
deformed hand. a

Its utter ugliness worked as a_ barrier
between her and a’ normal social life.
It set her apart. It threw her inward and
made her rely on her own inventions.
She became a_ subjective introspective
child. One could see the effects upon her
face. She always looked a little sad.

The association of mental equals was

not for her. She sought another com-
panionship—strangers, With them — she
found a measure of friendliness. In par-
ticular, this Phil Wallace, an itinerant
workman, a man-without her advantages
of schooling but a good looking, free and
easy type, met her in a cafe. He paid no
attention to her deformity, and she liked
him: for that.

In a way, I tried to warn her against

taking chances with strangers. She

laughed it off, and I made no more men-
tion of it.

Now that I have shown the background
let's examine the immediate circumstances
of the case.

When Phil called last night he paused
at my door on the’ way to see Miss Gir-
ton. I noticed that he seemed a little
startled when he found me staring directly
at him. Through the evening I heard the
drone of their voices. I knew they were
still in the room when I fell asleep.

Sometime later I heard a noise. You
know how it is when something wakes
you up—you can’t explain much about it.

For a time I lay in bed, listening. The
house was very quiet. Then, suddenly, I
heard a noise as though someone had
fallen on the floor in Miss Girton’s room.

I switched on the lamp near my bed,
got a cigarette and sat up for a time. I
was vaguely uneasy. .

Presently I heard Miss Girton’s door ~

open. It seemed to have been opened
carefully. Then it was softly closed.
In the next instant I saw, by the light

from my room, Wallace going down the

hall. He went directly down the stairs.
and I heard the front door closing be-
hind him.

1 thought. this stealthy manner some- .

what odd. But I decided that he had
merely tried to leave the house without
disturbing anyone’s sleep. Just before I
turned out the light. I saw that it was
2:40. That was immediately after he had
gone.

Captain Taylor laid this verbose com-
munication on his desk and _ stared
thoughtfully at the blank wall of his
office. The letter told him nothing about

Wallace which he did not already know.

It told him a great deal about Adrian
Miller.

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He had met the type before, half-
educated, filled with a sense of his own
importance. Yet,, whatever his motive, it
seemed clear enough that he was bent
on helping the police solve a murde
mystery. ’

Or, reflected Taylor, was it as simple

as that?

By six that’evening, Wallace had .been
charged with vagrancy, a technical device
enabling the authorities to hold the young
man while more evidence was sought. .

City Court Judge held him in $5,000
bail.

T SEVEN o’clock a clerk came into
Taylor’s office and said, “There’s a
guy outside who wants to see you.”
“Who is it?”

“It’s the same guy who left that letter:

for you this afternoon.” -
Taylor was suddenly alert. “Send him
in.”
Miller, partially bald, looking older
than he actually was, came into the
room. He said, “You got my letter all
right?”
“I sure did,” said Taylor. “And it was
a great help. However, we can’t get
Wallace to confess, and there are still
one or two angles to the case which puzzle
me. Maybe you could help.”

Miller beamed. Obviously there was

nothing he would like better.

“Anything at all, Captain,” he said.
“If my knowledge of psychology can aid
you, you can count on me.”

“Well,” said Taylor, “we’re puzzled
about the actual method of death as well
as the motivation. The doctor says the
girl was suffocated, but he didn’t tell ‘us
how.”

Miller closed his eyes and registered
deep and profound thought. He said at
last, “The pillow?”

Taylor waited for him to continue.
Miller said, “He could have suffocated
her by holding the pillow over her face.
Have you considered that?”

“That’s it!” said Taylor. s“Of course. .

We found the pillow on the floor, not on
the bed where it belonged. That’s quite
clever of you, Miller.”

Miller basked in the praise. He said,
“The motivation seems clear, too—that is,
to a student of psychology like myself.”

Taylor tried his best to look like a
novice sitting at the feet of the Master.
He said, “Tell me, Miller, just how do you
figure the motivation?”

“He was probably in love with her.
But to her he was just a friend of a lower
social order. She only. used him to help
rid herself of her feeling of utter loneli-
ness in the world. .

“So last night he probably got serious.
He probably wanted her very badly. But
she refused him, laughed at him.” _

Miller seemed excited now. His pale
face was flushed; his eyes glinted. :

“So then he probably grabbed her,
ripped off part of her pajamas. That ex-
cited him so much that he killed her in a
passionate frenzy with the pillow.”

Taylor nodded. He said, “If the girl
turned him down, isn’t it odd that she
should change into her pajamas while he
was still there?” - -

“She may have been wearing them
when he arrived,” said Miller.

“It’s barely possible,” said Taylor.
“Well, if you have time, drop in to-

_Morrow and we'll discuss the case fur-

ther.”
“Sure,” said Miller, “I'll be delighted.”
At ten ‘o’clock that night Taylor had
come to a definite conclusion. He. got
into his car and drove to the house on
Lafayette Strect. Lillian Kelly told him

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stairs with a worried look on her
face, her hands nervously twisting
the folds of her apron, Fresh morn-
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high window over the stairway. It
was shortly after 8 o’clock, Mon-
day, October 10th.

“Alice! Alice May!”

The woman’s high, tremulous
voice carried to the second floor and
echoed through the halls of the
rambling house.

Behind her, from the dining room,
came the cheerful voices of her two
other lodgers as they chatted over
their eggs and bacon.

It was odd that Alice May Girton
had not yet come down for break-
fast. In the week that she had been
staying at Mrs. Lillian Kelly's
boardinghouse, she had never failed
to appear. In fact, she was usually
the first down.

Alice .was an attractive girl of
seventeen. She had auburn hair,
pale skin and a lovely mouth. Late
the preceding August, she had come
to Fort Wayne, Indiana, to attend
the International Business College.
Her home town was the small village
of Winchester, Indiana.

At first she had stayed at the
Women’s’ Christian Temperance
Union Home on Berry Street. Then,
on October 6th, she had moved to
Mrs. Kelly’s.

Once more, the landlady’s voice
rose to the upper floor.

“Alice May, are you up?”

Still there was no answer

Anxiously, Mrs. Kelly began to
ascend the stairs. When she reached
the second floor, she turned and
walked down a dim hallway to the
front of the house

Outside the girl’s quarters, she
paused and listened. She could hear
no sound or movement from within
Mrs. Kelly knocked timidly. Fail-
ing to get a response, she turned the
knob and opened the door

The room was brilliantly lighted
by the October sun, which entered
through two large windows and a
long, glass door that led to a sec-
ond-floor balcony.

The bed was unoccupied and its
coverings had been thrown to one
side, the side nearest the wall.

Suddenly Mrs. Kelly saw, lying
face down on a rug beside the bed
the nude form of Alice May Girton
The landlady’s first thought was
that the young woman had fainted
But as she approached the still fig-
ure, she saw the girl was dead

For a second, Mrs. Kelly was un-
able to decide whether to call the
doctor or the police. She decided
on the latter and rushed from the
room.

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Taylor mounted the stairs and entered the
psychology student’s room. :

‘As he switched on. the ‘light, Miller
awoke. He blinked at the detective, said
in a strained ‘voice, “What’s the matter?”
“Miller, I’ve come to the conclusion
that you know entirely too much about
Alice Girton’s murder for a man who’s
innocent.” :

Miller’s pasty face was whiter than
usual. “I don’t know anything about it.
Phil Wallace killed her.” -

“] don’t believe it,” said Taylor flatly.
“You knew she was. smothered with a
pillow. You described the tearing of her
pajamas very much like a man who was
there. And you've been entirely too

anxious to see Wallace convicted.”

There was a taut silence in the room.
Taylor lowered his voice, said softly, “You
loved that girl, didn’t you, Miller?”

There was the moving sound of a man
weeping. Miller said brokenly, “Yes. I

loved her.”
Taylor sat on the edge of the bed.

“Tell me about it.”

“I Joved her. But she persisted in seeing
Wallace. When I heard them talking and
laughing last night I became insanely
jealous. After he left I went to her room.
She didn’t want to let me in, but I pushed
the door open.”

Miller paused and took a deep breath.

at her pajamas and held the pillow over
her face. I shoved her ‘underclothes in her
mouth to stop her from screaming. I
else, but I dream

Headquarters.
he was arraigned before Judge Shannon,
who ordered him held on a charge of
first-degree murder.

Wallace was released immediately.

A check on Adrian Miller’s background
revealed that he had onge shot a man in
Philadelphia. He had also unsuccessfully

‘tried suicide and had been placed in a

psychopathic ward.
“Miller was prosecuted by District At-
torney C. Byron Hayes. He was found
guilty and sentenced to be electrocuted at
the Indiana State Penitentiary.

Shortly after midnight on a cold winter
night in early 1939, Adrian Miller suffered
the same fate at the hands of the State as
Alice Girton had suffered at his, =

He died a victim of his own passionate
and perverted love for a woman and his
inordinate desire to incriminate an inno-
cent man. :

Epiror’s Note: The names Phil Wal-
lace and Richard Corey are fictitious.

HAVE YOU SEEN THE BLONDE TIGRESS?
Continued from page 15 ;

and personally blackjacked and kicked
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Police records told the ugly story of her
crime career.

ORN Eleanor Berendt in St. Louis, she

had married a man named Jarman

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waitress and finally as’ a hat check girl in
a North Clark Street nightclub.

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petty hoodlum, and fell in love with him.
He induced the small, graceful and at-
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another thug, Leo Minneci, on holdup
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streak came out in 29-year-old Eleanor,
Jarman. In 25 of 37 store robberies she
viciously slugged her victims with her
revolver, sometimes knocking them un-
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A motherly old lady, the owner of a
by the cruel gunwoman, moaned to police:

“She did it while I had my hands up. I
did not resist. She had no reason to
hit me.”

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witness to the mad-dog attack, com-
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Street, Chicago, and took $62.

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greeting card shop, whose jaw was broken’

window, saw Eleanor beating fragile, 71-
year-old Hoeh over the head with a blue-
steel revolver.

The dazed victim, blood streaming from
his wounds, tottered out the front door.
Following him, Kennedy leveled his pistol
and pumped three bullets into him.

Hoeh dropped to the pavement, then
attempted to arise. Eleanor darted for-
ward... Screaming curses, she kicked him
in the face three times. The aged man
sank back, dying. © =

Leaping into their getaway car, the trio
raced away. A witness got the license
number. Though the plates were stolen,
it led Captain: Willard L. Malone to Leo
Minneci.

Under stern grilling, Leo caved in and
‘named Eleanor and Kennedy as his ac-
complices. ‘

Five days after the killing, the fugitives
were traced to an apartment which they
had rented under the name of Mr. and
Mrs. Anderson.

Breaking into the flat, police seized
them before they got a chance to grab up
four guns they had in a dresser drawer.
Clinging to the butt of one of the weapons
were gray hairs and blood from the head
of the slain Gustave Hoeh. Leo Minneci
said it was the revolver used by Eleanor
in slugging the aged man.

The three killers were found guilty of
murder by a jury before Judge Philip L.
Finnegan in Criminal Court: On August
30, just 26 days after the crime, George
Dale Kennedy was sentenced to death, and
Eleanor and Leo Minneci to 199 years
imprisonment each.

Since one-third of an Illinois . peniten-
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is eligible for parole, the blonde and
Minneci could not expect to be legally
freed until they were between 90 and 100
years old. — :

Eleanor described herself as lucky to
escape the electric chair.

“Poor George,” she sighed over her
lover, who was ‘executed April 20, 1934.

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The ; landlady. discovered

Alice’s naked, lifeless body

2 when the girl failed to show up
for breakfast.

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Alicé May Girton, 17, liked to

meet strangers because they

took little notice of her de-
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He saw her as his future wife, but she

saw differently. After he closed her eyes

forever, he tried to pin the slaying on
her new boyfriend. But for a slip of the
tongue, he might have succeeded.

Alice May Girton was young, petite
and pretty. Only 17, she had come from
her home in the small village of Winches-
ter, Indiana, to attend a business college
in Fort Wayne. She had a slender,
shapely figure; beautiful auburn hair;
sparkling eyes; a flawless complexion,
and a wide-lipped, generous mouth.

While the teenager attended college,
she stayed at a boardinghouse run by
Mrs. Julie Carpenter on Lafayette Street,
and it was here, one bright Tuesday
morning in October, that Alice May Gir-
ton failed to appear with the other boar-
ders for breakfast.

Thinking the girl had overslept, Mrs.
Carpenter walked to the foot of the stairs
and called, ‘‘Alice May! Alice May!”’

There was no answer.

Grumbling to herself, the landlady
climbed the stairs to the second floor of
her large, rambling rooming house. At
the head of the stairs, she turned to the
right and walked along a dim hallway
toward the front of the building.

Alice May Girton’s one-room bedroom
apartment was large and pleasant. Two
windows and a long, glass-paneled door
opened off a second-floor balcony. At
this hour of the morning, bright shafts
of October sunlight would be streaming
into the room, but evidently they had not
aroused the sleeper. Inside, all was silent.

Mrs. Carpenter knocked at the door.
Only an echo answered her.

Turning the knob, the landlady entered
the room. Instinctively, she looked
toward the bed. It was unoccupied. For
a moment Mrs. Carpenter thought that
the room too must be empty. Then she
noticed that the top sheet and blankets
had been pulled from the bed. They were
piled in a disordered heap along the side
next to the wall. Stepping into the bed-

8

room the landlady got the shock of her
life. On the other side of the large bed,
face down on a small rug beside the bed,
lay a naked figure — the body of Alice
May Girton.

“Oh, my goodness!” exclaimed Mrs.
Carpenter as she turned and scuttled from
the room. She hurried back along the.dim
hallway, down the stairs and out ‘>to.the
street. She said not a word to her other
boarders, but rushed to police headquar-
ters just a block away.

There she approached the first police-
man she saw and gasped:

“One of my boarders is dead. I think
she’s been murdered!’

The excited woman was passed
through channels to the office of Captain
of Detectives John Taylor. The captain
was a large man with a square, deter-
mined jaw and a paif of keen blue eyes.
He had returned just a short time before
from taking a course in modern detective
work at the National Police Academy,
sponsored by the FBI. As the chief of
Fort Wayne’s detective. bureau, Captain
Taylor was busy at his desk this moment-
ous autumn morning when Mrs. Car-
penter, pale faced and: excited, was
ushered in to tell him of the horror she
had glimpsed on the bedroom floor.

Captain Taylor jotted down the perti-
nent information as it spilled from the
lips of the boardinghouse operator. Then
he instructed an aide: ‘‘Notify the
coroner. See that some patrolmen are
sent to this address at once. I’m going
right over there myself.”’

The detective chief rose to his feet as
he spoke and walked with Mrs. Carpenter
along Lafayette Street. On the way, the
woman told him what little she knew
about Alice May Girton. The girl had
originally stayed at the Women’s Chris-

tian Temperance Union home on nearby
Berry Street, and she had moved into the
boardinghouse only four days before, on
October 6. And now this...

Listening to the landlady’s lament,
Chief Taylor paused fora moment on the
sidewalk while he studied the building in
which somehow, for. motives as yet
unknown, hideous violence had been
done. The rooming house was a two-
story building with a white stucco finish.
A long wing jutted off at a right angle
from the main part, and at the end of
this wing there was a\ veranda on the
ground floor, a roofed balcony on the sec-
ond. Off this balcony'was the murder
room. .

His survey finished, Captain Taylor
followed Mrs. Carpenter into the dark
vestibule and made his way to the stairs.
Through an arched doorway, he saw two
persons still sitting at the table, finishing
breakfast. ‘

“Tenants of yours?’’ he whispered to
Mrs. Carpenter. - gi

She nodded, without Speaking, to the
lawman’s question.

“Have you told them anything about
this?”’

The landlady shook her head. ‘‘No,”’
she said. “‘I just came straight to you.”’

“Good,” Chief Taylornodded. ‘‘Don’t
say a word to anyone, Now, let’s go
upstairs.”” :

Mrs. Carpenter led Him to the bed-
room, then waited in the ‘hall while the
official stepped through the door and
made his inspection. 4,

He found the scene justias the landlady
had described it. The naked girl lay
unmoving upon the rug. Bending over
her, Captain Taylor noticed that she had
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no bruises on her body, no sign of blood.
Part of a silk slip had been stuffed into
her mouth, a gag that apparently had
caused her death by suffocation. A pillow
lay on the floor near the corpse. Other-
wise, except for the rumpled bed, there
was no disorder, not the slightest sign
of a struggle.

Captain Taylor glanced about the
neatly kept room. A single bed stood in
one corner against the wall. Near its head
was a large bureau covered with toilet
articles, photographs and a cloth-shaded
lamp. A writing table covered with a
fringed scarf filled in the wall space
between the two front windows, and on
it were schoolbooks, pencils and paper.

The detective chief walked across the
room to the door which opened upon the
balcony. This was locked. He examined
the windows and found that they, too,
were latched from the inside. Obviously,

then, the killer could have entered the
room in just one way — through the door
from the hall, the same door through
which Captain Taylor himself had just
stepped.

The detective turned and beckoned to
Mrs. Carpenter, still waiting in the hall.
‘“‘Where is your room?”’ he asked.

‘“‘Downstairs. At the back of the
house.”’

“‘What did you do last night?”’

“I went to bed about midnight, and
I slept through until about 7 o’clock this
morning.”’

“*Did you hear any sounds? Any
screams? Any struggle?’’ Captain Taylor
asked.

“I didn’t hear a thing,”’ she said. ‘‘And
I’m generally a light sleeper. | woke up
just once when the young man who was
visiting Alice May last night left the
house.”’

“What time did he leave last night?”’

“I don’t know exactly. It was late,
sometime in the middle of the night. I
awoke when I heard him go out, then
I went back to sleep again.”’

“*What does this man look like?”’ Cap-
tain Taylor probed.

“He's a big, strong fellow with dark,
bushy hair. And there’s something
strange about his eyes. They always seem
half closed, sleepylike.”’

Captain Taylor nodded, focusing his
mind on the image this description con-
jured up. The visit of this dark-haired,
sleepy-eyed stranger certainly was suspi-
cious. He would have to check it out care-
fully. Maybe some of Mrs. Carpenter’s
other boarders could help him fix the time:
when the man had left. ;

“What about those two fellows I saw
downstairs eating breakfast as | came

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Mass Murder In The Mortuary

(continued from page 55) ©:

Jackson residence, Captain Lathrop with
Detectives Farkas and Mace were at the
office of the district attorney where they
filed charges of first-degree murder
against Jackson for the slaying of the
three persons in the mortuary.

After Jackson was placed in a police
lineup in Berkeley and viewed by the vic-
tim in the kidnap-rape, the Berkeley
police filed charges that included two
counts of rape, one count of robbery, two
counts of sexual perversion and one
count of kidnaping against Jackson. He
was taken before Judge George Brunn
and ordered held in lieu of $30,000 bond
for further legal proceedings.

The murder warrants were presented
to the Berkeley police by Farkas and
Mace and he was taken into custody to be
held by the Oakland authorities. At a pre-

liminary hearing, Jackson was ordered
held without: privilege of bond pending

. further legal proceedings.

In a statement to the press concerning
the case, Lathrop told newsmen that
police had still not come up with a motive
for the mortuary murders. ‘‘We may not
know the answer until we go to trial — if
then,’’ he said. ‘“‘But a lot of credit for
solving this bizarre case can go to Detec-
tives Farkas and Mace and Patrolman Ed
Weisharr.”’

Both JackSon and Davis were held for
trial in the kidnap-rape case. Jackson also
faces three counts of murder in the mor-
tuary murders case. '

Under the: laws of our land, Michael
Steven Jackson must be presumed inno-
cent of all charges against him unless
proven guilty in a court of law. *

Case Of The Rooming House Rapist

(continued from page 9) -

in?’’ he asked the landlady. ‘‘Do they
room on this floor?”’

‘‘Farther down the hall,’’ she said.

‘Did either of them mention having
heard any sounds in this room last
night?”

“‘No. They just came down to break-
fast as usual. They didn’t mention any-
thing.”

‘All right. You'd better ask them not
to go out. I'll question them just as soon
as I'm finished here. But don’t tell them
what it’s-all about.”

The landlady nodded and left. A few
minutes later, the front doorbell rang, sig-
naling the arrival of the medical men.
Allen County Coroner Walter E. Kruse
and Dr. B. W. Rhamy, city toxicologist,
climbed the stairs and came into the
room. In the downstairs hallway, two
men waited with a stretcher.

The coroner and the toxicologist knelt
beside the body, making a careful prelimi-
nary examination. They consulted for
several minutes; thei. Coroner Kruse
gave Captain Taylor their conclusions.

‘‘This is the work of a sex fiend,’’ he
said. ‘‘The girl was criminally assaulted
before death.”

‘**How was she killed?’’ Captain Taylor
asked.

“I can’t say for sure yet. There is a
little bruise here (he touched a spot on
Alice May’s chin) which indicates she
may have been knocked unconscious by

.a blow on the jaw.. Then I think she was

suffocated, although this gag in her mouth

was too loose to have caused suffocation.
She has been dead not more than seven
hours,”

Captain Taylor looked at his watch. ,

It was then just 9:a.m. This meant that
Alice May Girton had been alive until
about 2 a.m. and that she had been killed
shortly after that.

‘*How do you think she was suffocated
if the gag didn’t do it?’’ he asked.

The coroner shrugged. ‘‘Maybe the
man who did this just held his hand over
her mouth and nose to prevent her from
making any outcry,’’ he said. ‘‘Or maybe
he held something over her face to
smother her.”’

Captain Taylor stared at the pillow
lying on the floor near the girl's head.
It was the ane thing which had been
dragged from the bed with her nude body.
A mental picture leaped to the official's
mind of the manner in which the sexually
depraved man who had committed this
crime had straddled Alice May as she lay
on her stomach and had pressed the girl’s
face into the smothering softness of the
pillow, stilling all outcry. That would
explain why Mrs. Carpenter, why the
roomers on the same floor, hadnt heard
a sound while rape and murder were com-
mitted.

The stretcher bearers were called up,
and the medical men left with the body.

““We'll be at the McComb Funeral
Home, where we’ll do a complete

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Dear sir or madam:

Currently I an enga ged in research on Capital Punishment in the United States which
ZI hope will culminate with the publication of a work which will contain a brief bio-
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well as a brief account of the crimes for which each was put to death,

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but 20-year-old Vurtis Neal and
19-year-old Hugh Marshall did on that

crisp wintry day in 1937 when they were

» track as the last day neared. iepagioh ite
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ms newcomers.
-2“There’s always a first time,” Neal
' ~--Fuller shrugged
. More the pair. He’d been in death row
.. several months. He had seen them come ~

. before—and he’d seen them soften

ime store slayers, as it were.

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» They’d held up a drug store in Indian- ~

apolis, the state capital, and when the

*¢ash register yielded only $1.50 they

threatened William Bright, the druggist,

'- whom they drove into the lonely country
"near Indianapolis and tied to a tree.

ee of the bandits snapped. “We want it.”

ie pleaded, his face grey. -

% against his bonds, dead.

“You had more money than that,” one

He thrust his gun into Bright’s face.
-- “T tell you, it’s been deposited,” Bright

“The gunman cursed
trigger. The bullet struck the helpless
‘druggist in the face and he slum

. Murder for $1.50! That was the

“they sought to magnify by death row

Or perhaps they believed that because —

of their youth they’d never go to the
chair—a belief bolstered by stays which
advanced their execution day from July

~24 to January 7, 1938, then to May 13

Criss

and finally, when their bravado showed

first signs of melting, to July & |

“See,” Marshall said after their stay
‘in May. “They aren’t going to chill us
-in that chair. After the heat is off,

- they’ll commute our sentence to life.
Wait and see!” en hse
“But his attorney. brought. rudely

‘ shocking news a few days later. The
- Indiana’ Supreme Court had affirmed
‘their sentence. There was no further

~ court to which the case could be taken,

Bony
could
~ «Townsend had a stern, unyielding policy

Governor M, Clifford Townsend
spare them now—and Governor

_of refusing to intervene in any execution.

-} Late in June Governor Townsend

_flatly refused clemency, A few days later

be ‘Chaplain Robert Hall, wise, kindly, ex-

© (Ninth of a series)

death row— __perienced in death

and continued to ig-

and

~ executed a man in Indi

eal-Marshall record. Penny-ante stuff -
- and Marshall,” he suggested.

- them most of the day, consoling,

the. office
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= “No,” the deputy replied thoughtfully,
“neither do I. I will see them tomorrow.”
--Schmuhl visited both killers. He

found: Marshall talking wildly, inco-
herently, and Neal maintaining a queer,
vacuous silence. EA engin avs =
- That night Neal became violent and

“It was necessary to put him in a Aap J
ve

Jacket. The

Opposite the killer. se ;

_ “Neal,” he said softly, “we have never
2 na who didn’t
die bravely—not a single one.”

“Next morning the death row night

and forth most of the night,” he re-

ported, “I couldn’t make out the words, —
but they didn’t sound screwy to me.”
Schmuhl nodded his thanks and sum-

moned the chaplain. “Visit with Neal
their condition has improved.”

went to Neal’s cell and sat 3

17/8/1938.

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_» Schmuhi peered closely at the young
_ gunman, but Neal’s face was vacant and —
’ expressionless. His eyes were unmoved.
and pulled the ‘ guard stopped at Schmuhl’s office.
_. “Those two kids were whispering back

“Perhaps — é

It had. Neal looked up as Chaplain

Hall entered his cell. Resignation and
a trace of fear had softened his ice-green

“It looks,” he said wryly, “like the

: party is over. I don’t know much about

this religious stuff—but you can help
me to die like a man.” °

Later Marshall echoed Neal’s words.
The patient, kindly chaplain stayed with

: talking,
building up their strength.

A few minutes after midnight July 8,

death row guards came for Neal, He
walked silently to the chair, unaided,

Marshall followed a few moments later. © -

‘He, too, walked quietly and unassisted.

Just before the execution Neal had
called Deputy Schmuhl into his cell.
“You were right, deputy,” he said.

“We were putting on an act—but a man
can only die once. He should do that
right, at least? oy esnh oh os os

“INSIDE DETROTIVE, March, Wh.

missing man, now began to look for an-

_worked, and then I would drive him back

looking at him curiously. io
Maness wasted no time. With a half dozen
of his fellow officers he turned up the dirt
for a depth of two or three feet before he
admitted that his hunch had been wrong. ,
With Mrs. Thomas’ permission, however,
the detective tried another tack and he and
his fellow officers once more went to work.
The garage was taken apart board
by board and digging again began,
this time over a wider area—and deeper.
After a few hours Maness and his com- :
rades had brought to light a human skull
and pieces of human bones. The balance had
been consumed by rodents and by the quick-
lime with which the body had been covered.
But pieces of cloth from the dead man’s
suit, as well as fillings still remaining in the
teeth, identified him as the long-missing
Charles Covell. ~

-

DETECTIVE MANESS, for more than
_ 14 months engaged in the search for one

other one, namely Joe Thomas. He found
this job far easier than the other, tracing
the carpenter from one small town in
Kansas to another and finally locating him
at Marshall, Arkansas. Thomas made no
resistance, nor did he appear surprised.

“I thought it would come some _ time
after I heard that you had been digging
around my garage,” he observed.

“Why did you kill him?” Maness asked.

“Money,” Thomas answered tersely. “I
owed him about $4000 and he was pressing
me for it. I knew there was no record of
these transactions.”

“So you kilied him, killed him because
he’d been kind enough to lend’ you money ?” eh
Maness said. Se

“Yes, that's it,” the one-time employe of 4
the murdered man answered, not noticing
the implication. . vt

“How did: you do it?” ess

“Well, we were both at that bootlegger’s neh
place together. I told Covell I would pick
him up at a place we designated in town.
But in order to build up an alibi, I came
back to that place, expressed surprise that
Covell had gone, and told the bartender
he was to wait for me to pick him up. Then
I met him, with my new car. He had told
me he was coming back to Wichita the next
day, so I asked him to go to Wellington
in my car, as I wanted him to see how it

to Wichita the next day and he could pick. -
up his own.” ‘ ‘

“But how and where did you kill him?”

“On the road to Wellington. I deliber-
ately picked a quarrel with him over the .
money I owed and struck him on the head ~
twice with a heavy wrench. Then I put the =
body under the rear seat of the car and
drove on to Wellington.” :

“And that’s when you stopped to notify
Mrs. Covell that her husband was staying
in Wichita for a few days?”

“Ves,”

“And you mean to. say that, while Mrs.
Covell was standing at the curb alongside
the car talking to you, you -had the dead
body. of her husband packed under the rear ;
seat ?”” Tegiak

“Yes,” Thomas replied,-with no greater .
show of emotion than if he were discussing _
a carpentry job. “Then,” he added, “I
buried him under my garage.” :

Maness said nothing further, just looked
incredulously at the calm face of the man
in front of him. Despite his years of experi- *
ence with the ruthless, the sordid, the un-:
feeling and the greedy, it was still difficult
for him to realize the depths of degradation
to which human beings will sink for a few
dishonest dollars. :

Thomas made a written confession of the |
murder. He. was sentenced to life imprison-
ment in the Kansas State Penitentiary at ~
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Indiana’s Baby Raiders and the River Riddle

shall stopped at an all-night filling sta-
tion. The youths bought 12 gallons of
gasoline. The purchase took most of their
ready cash.

“We bump a guy, get $1.50 and spend
$2.50 for gas,” Marshall snorted. “What
does that make us? Saps!”

“Well, we lose a buck,” Neal retorted
callously, ‘‘Can’t win every time!”

The first streaks of dawn were visible
when the two youths, tired and worn,
reached the old river town of Madison.
Marshall drove around until he found a
vacant lot. He parked the machine.

Daylight brought with it more compli-
cations. It disclosed bloodspots on Neal’s
shirt and on Marshall’s shoes. When Neal
saw the telltale stains he became upset.

“Gosh, I can’t flit around the landscape
with a shirt like that! I’ll have to buy a
shirt here before we go on. How can I do
it without any dough?”

He saw the heater in the car.

“T’ve got it!” he exclaimed. “We'll take
the heater off the car and sell it. I’ve got
some in-laws here in Madison. May be
one of them’ll buy it. Then I can get a
new shirt.”

Under Neal’s direction Marshall
stripped the heater from the car. Picking
it up he followed his impatient companion
who already had started walking away.

Neal led the way to the home of Robert
Carter, a relative by marriage. Carter still
was in bed but the two youths roused
him. Soon the three were drinking to-
gether.

Carter noticed the bloodstains.

“What'd you do?” he joked, “bump
somebody off?”

»Neal explained they had been in a
wreck.

“Our old boiler got so smashed up
that about all we could salvage was the
heater,” he related. “Want to buy it?
You can have it at a bargain.”

ARTER laughed. He informed his vis-
itors he was broke and had some stuff
he would like to'sell to somebody.

After a few more drinks Neal and
Marshall prepared to move on.

“We just stopped to say hello,” Neal
said. “We've got to mosey along.”

Carrying the heater with them the two
youths made for the bank of the Ohio
river not far away. Carter’s joking ques-
tion had jarred them. His innocent jest
had hit the nail on the head. It gave
them a strange uneasiness. Other people
might make the same stab at the truth.

In a panic Marshall heaved the heater
into the stream.

“T am not gonna be caught with the
thing,” he said defiantly.

Neal made no objection.
fear was contagious.

Marshall proposed they stop to wash
off the bloodstains.

“Not here, you fool!” Neal rasped. “I
know a creek over in Kentucky where
nobody will see us cleaning up.”

Then fear drove them to greater speed
as they headed for Kentucky where hours
later they stood beside a small creek in
the. hills of Carroll county. Neal was
bare from the waist up while he scrubbed
at his crimson-specked shirt.

Neither of the youths noticed a pair
of keen eyes that peered at them froma
clump of nearby bushes. The. curious

Marshall’s

[Continued from page 31)

eyes focused on the stains the boys were
trying to remove, then disappeared.

Cold, wet and miserable the young
criminals huddled around a fire in the
brush. ‘heir crimson trail wasn’t turn-
ing out to be what they had pictured it
to be. They were jumpy. Noises startled
them.

They would have been far more upset
had they known of the strange eyes. that
had inspected them; eyes that had ob-
served, appraised and adjudged.

They could not keep their thoughts off
the haunting occurrence on the back trail
as they waited for darkness to resume
their journey. Low-voiced they reviewed
their acts, seeking to re-assure themselves
they had not left any clues that might
send the law hot- -footing after them.

Neal emphasized again and again the
fact that nobody had seen them snatch
the “car guy,” and that they were beyond
suspicion.

“T wiped all fingerprints off the car we
left at Madison,” Neal said. “The cops
can look all year for prints on that
buggy.” ~

Marshall expressed the wish they had
not removed the heater off the car.

“Maybe you're right,’ Neal agreed,
“but we ditched the heater in the river
where nobody’ll ever find it. How can
they trace it to us?”

When darkness fell, Neal led the way
to the farm home of a kinsman where he
hoped to be able to raise some money
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went down his spine at the thought his
pal might get the idea he was one eye-
witness too many. Whatever Neal said
was okay with him.

So Marshall drove the-car with its
ghastly cargo to a bridge over Big Sugar
creek. The stream was a raging torrent
at the beginning of the big flood of 1937.
Marshall stopped on the bridge. He
helped Neal drag out Bright’s body. To-
gether they heaved it up on the concrete
parapet, rolled it over the edge and let
go. The body dropped with a splash into
the swirling, muddy water and was in-
stantly swallowed up.

Despite the cold, beads of perspiration
stood out on Marshall’s forehead. He
stared down at the dark water in fas-
cination. A horrible oath from Neal
brought him whirling around.

Neal was back in the car cursing sav-
agely. He had discovered the rear of
the machine literally drenched with
blood.

“This changes a lot of things,” Neal
spoke profanely. “We'll never be table to

use this car now. We'll have to get rid
of it. It’s too messed up.”

“Where’ll we leave it?”
quavered.

Some, of Marshall’s panic must have
communicated itself to Neal.

“Let’s get out of here!” he snapped.
‘We can decide what to do while we’re
scramming.”

Marshall crawled behind the steering
wheel. He gunned the car and it leaped
into the night. It headed back towards
Indianapolis. The driver in his mental
distress scarcely noted in which direction
he was going.

Marshall

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put distance between them and the
death spot, Neal sat beside him, twirling
the death gun and thinking hard. Finally
he spoke.

“Marsh!” he said. “It’s simple. This
car ain’t ‘hot’ yet. The chances are the
guy hasn’t even been missed. We can
use it as long as it’s dark. We'll have to
get rid of it, though, before daylight be-
cause of the blood. Somebody would be
sure to see the mess in daytime. Now

what we want to do is to fool the cops.
We'll take this hack as far away from
Indianapolis as possible then make tracks
back home. When the cops finally dis-
cover the car belongs to the missing guy
they'll be hunting around where it’s
found and nobody’ll ever hook us up
with it.”

After discussing various places where
they could leave the car, Neal finally fa-
vored Madison, Ind., on the Ohio river,
100 miles southeast of Indianapolis.

“T got some kinfolks in the hills over in
Kentucky across from Madison,” he re-
vealed. ““We can drop in on ’em and get
some dough.”

The two youths checked their finances.

“I got that buck and a half we took off
the car guy,” Neal said, “and about a
buck besides. What’ve you got?”

Marshall counted 90 cents in his pocket.
That made their joint funds add up to
$3.40. Neal made a wry face when he
realized the insignificant total.

“We'll have to use that dough for. gas,”
he decided. “It ought’a be enough to
get us where we want to go.”

On the outskirts of Indianapolis Mar-

[Continued on page 57]


the stains they were trying to wash off
had been blood.

It was a breathtaking development
which had formed so swiftly that the
police themselves were amazed at the
speed of tracking the young desperadoes.
Despite the. murderers’ apparently clue-
less trail from Indianapolis to the Ken-
tucky hills, the officers were only a few
hours from the fugitives.

It was another fine example of how
swiftly present day crime detection works.
From the moment Mrs. Bright, the wife
of the murdered man, had awakened about
4 o’clock in the morning, learned of her
husband’s absence, the fugitives hadn’t
progressed outside the police dragnet
thrown around them.

Mrs. Bright had dressed immediately,
made a round of the city’s hospitals. But
her search was fruitless and she informed
the police.

The police immediately broadcast the
alarm over the police radio station
WMD2Z., The Indiana state police picked
up this alarm and re-broadcast it over
the statewide radio network. This broad-
cast was picked up among others by
Leonard Worland, chief deputy sheriff
of Shelby county, at Shelbyville, Ind., 40
miles southeast of Indianapolis. Worland
idly jotted down the information.

But ironically enough the police weren’t
aware they were entrapping two mur-
derers, and it was not another routine
case of a missing person.

At NOON, however, a development
ve came which threw the police into a
frenzy of activity. The bloodstained auto-
mobile was found at Madison, Ind., and
identified as the property of the missing
druggist.

A mail clerk had noticed the car parked
on a Madison street. He had stopped to
investigate. What he discovered brought
Chief of Police Oliver Hinkle of Madison
and Sheriff Leslie S. Bear of Jefferson
county rushing to the scene. The car
was covered with blood.

The Madison authorities had reported
the finding of the car to Captain Matt
Leach of the Indiana state police in
Indianapolis. This was the same relent-
less manhunter who proved such a
Nemesis to the Dillinger gang.

Captain Leach had been poring over
the reports of Bright’s disappearance
when he learned of the finding of the
bloodstained car at Madison. Immedi-
ately he had a hunch the two cases were
related. He ordered a check of the serial
and motor numbers of the car abandoned
at Madison and of Bright’s car. They
were found to tally.

State police radio station WPHE im-
mediately flashed this news over the air.
Extras of Indianapolis newspapers
brought the tidings to the citizens of the
Hoosier capital city as Neal had pro-
phesied so aptly. The Bright case be-
came the sensation of the day.

Deputy Sheriff Worland of Shelby-
ville also got the radio flash about the
discovery of Bright’s bloodstained car
at Madison and he went into action. He
knew that Shelbyville was on a direct
line between Madison-and Indianapolis.
He had a hunch that perhaps Bright was
“taken for a ride” in Shelby county.

He began a methodical patrol of all
the side roads. He was cruising along a
muddy. lane about six miles northwest
of Shelbyville when he discovered fresh
car tracks into a muddy cornfiéld. He
stopped, got out of his machine and fol-
lowed the tracks.

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In this manner the keen Hoosier officer
struck first pay dirt in the hunt’ for
Bright’s abductors. In the cornfield he
came with dramatic suddenness upon a
horrifying scene. Huge pools of frozen
blood smeared the ground. A few. feet
farther lay something gray with touches
of red on it. It*Was a bullet-riddled hat.

Worland rushed the hat to the state
police in Indianapolis who took it to the
Harbison pharmacy. Bright's fellow
workers identified it positively as Bright’s
hat.

Neal and Marshall had forgotten about
Bright’s hat. It was a clue which was
to seal their fate.

Captain Leach was in Madison person-
ally investigating the abandonment of
the Bright machine there when he got
word of the finding of Bright’s hat. He
immediately hurried to Shelby county.
He organized a big searching party to
comb the entire countryside for Bright’s
body.

While the posse was tramping through
the muddy field and beating the bushes,
Worland jumped into his car and started
a tour of all nearby bridges. At the third
bridge he found bloody streaks on the
bridge railing.

It was blunder number two on the part

of Neal and Marshall. It had never oc-
curred to them to examine the bridge for
bloodstains.

Summoned to the scene, Captain Leach
sent word to the Indianapolis police de-
partment for a police boat and dragging
equipment. Sergeant Frank Gallagher,
an expert in recovering bodies from
Streams, accompanied the equipment.
Within an hour Sergeant Gallagher
dramatically recovered the bullet-torn
body of Druggist Bright from swollen
Sugar Creek. An undertow had sucked
the body upstream about 50 feet instead

of its being swept downstream as Neal

and Marshall had figured.

While the officers were recovering the
body and definitely establishing the fact
of a brutal murder, another important
break in the case came at Madison:

Elmer Handlow, Madison policeman,
was sitting alone at the police station
when a local river front character drifted
in. This man often had been the source
of valuable information for Handlow.

“There sure is some monkey business
going on at the home of Robert Carter,”
the old chap remarked.

“What makes you think that?” Hand-
low asked.

“Well,” the old man elaborated, “you

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“Why that might have been the heater
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He lost no time in relaying the tip
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passed the word on to Captain Leach’s
office in Indianapolis. Then he and
Sheriff Bear went to Carter’s home.
They took him into custody but. he sul-
lenly refused to answer questions. But
when Captain Leach arrived and took
charge of: the inquisition, Carter broke
down. He talked. He gave names.

He had recovered the heater from the
river. Its removal from Bright’s car
which Marshall had so deprecated, proved
an invaluable connecting link. Until that
heater became fate’s grim pivot, the
authorities had no inkling as to the iden-
tity of Bright’s snatchers.

When the names Carter had given
were announced to the entire personnel

of the Indiana state police, Jacob Neal, °

state detective, was saddened. For the
well-known, jolly and efficient officer
recognized one of the names. He had a
ne’er-do-well nephew by the name of
Vurtis Neal.

Torn between duty and his blood ties,
Detective Neal remembered his oath of
office. He advised Captain Leach of his
relationship to the wanted youth. He
then expressed his belief he knew where
Neal was hiding.

“We have some relations down around
Carrollton, Ky.,” he reported. “I’m quite
sure the boy is hiding down there some-
where,”

He had hardly spoken the words when
the Carrollton county authorities con-
firmed his suspicions as the Kentucky
officials reported to Captain Leach’s
office.

State Detective Neal offered to lead a
posse of Indiana and Kentucky officers to
the homes of his kinsmen in Carroll
county, in search of his nephew. Captain
Leach consented and the manhunt began.

But Detective Neal was alone as he
walked unannounced into the home of a
brother near Carrollton. Sitting in front
of a stove was his nephew.

“You're under arrest,” Detective Neal
said.

Vurtis Neal turned white. He trem-
bled. His vaunted braggadocio was gone.
He made no effort to draw the gun he
still carried. instead he meekly sub-
mitted to being handcuffed. Then he
showed his despicable nature at its worst.

“Marshall gunned that guy!” he bleated.

The room filled with other uniformed
figures. The whole posse swarmed in.
Captain Leach took charge of the ques-
tioning. Neal talked volubly, trying in
every way to shift the blame for the
killing on his absent pal.

Captain Leach telephoned Indianapolis
police of the arrest. He gave detectives
there an address at which Neal said
Marshall might be found. Detectives at
once raided the place, found Marshall
and arrested him, He offered no resist-
ance. He, too, talked. He likewise put
the blame on the “other fellow.”

When Neal and Marshall finally met
again at Indiana state police headquar-
ters, each had blabbed the complete story
of the crime and each had implicated the
other. But they held no apparent venom
for each other when they met.

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“Hi, Marsh!” grinned Neal as he saw
his crony. ‘Gonna be fried are you?”

“Hi, yourself,” Marshall smiled back. .

“You mean it’s the ‘hot squat’ for you.
I wasn’t the trigger man!”

“Oh, yeah!” Neal jeered. “You're in
this as much as I am.” :

Both youths readily signed written
confessions, They got a thrill out of
being interviewed and photographed by
reporters, demanded to see their pictures
in the papers. To a reporter who asked
why they had shot Bright, Neal said:

“It seemed like a good idea at the
time.”

He reflected a moment or two, then
added: :

“It was that car heater that copped us.
If we had let it alone they'd never have
got us.” ’

Saturday morning, January 9, funeral
services for Bright were held in Indian-
apolis. By an ironic coincidence, a grim
cavalcade followed the funeral procession
over part of the route. It was the state
police party taking Neal and Marshall to
the Shelby county jail at Shelbyville to
await trial since Bright was slain in
Shelby county.

The county’s justice moved swiftly.

iG Roca grand jury indicted both youths
on Jan. 25, on charges of murder and
of committing murder in the perpetration
of a crinie. Conviction would, under the
Indiana law, make death sentences man-
datory.

Faced with the grim picture of the
electric chair, the two young killers
wilted. Both retracted their confessions.
Both retained attorneys. Both filed pleas
of insanity. The court overruled these
pleas.

A search of the modus operandi de-’

partment of the Indianapolis police de-
partment had shown that both Neal and
Marshall had records. Neal was on
parole from the Indiana State reforma-
tory after serving 18 months for larceny.

On March 22, 1937, Neal and Marshall
had the doubtful honor of becoming the
first defendants to go on trial in Shelby
county’s new $500,000 courthouse. Judge
Roscoe C. O’Byrne of Brookville, Ind.,
presided. Near midnight on April 5, the
jury reached its verdict.

Both Neal and Marshall were found
guilty as charged. The death sentence
for both defendants became mandatory.

Solemnly Judge O’Byrne pronounced
their doom. He fixed the time of execu-
tion as “before sunrise” on July 24.

The defense attorneys managed to
stave off the fatal day for both youths
for nearly a year. But after three re-
prieves and final denial by the Indiana
supreme court and refusal of Governor
M. Clifford Townsend to interfere, the
two youth had to start that last long
mile.

They entered the death chamber at
the Indiana state prison at Michigan
City, Neal going first, at 12:05 a. m.,
July 8, 1938. Ten minutes later both
were pronounced dead.

“We sold out cheap!” Neal whined a
few hours before the end.

“We were saps!” Marshall sobbed.

And if they could speak, an untold
number of lips whichtaave been stilled
by the electric chair would echo their
sentiments in ghostly unison.

(The name, Robert Carter, is not actual but
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house. gave promise of con-
necting up the whole situation,
and it was with a feeling of
jubilant anticipation that the
authorities planned the appre-
hension of Vurtis Neal and his
companion, whose description
was furnished by Nidwell.

“By past experience we
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the next issue of the various
newspapers to see whether the
authorities have gained any
knowledge of the affair,” Cap-
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“And, by buying every ensuing
publication of the news-sheets,
they keep themselves posted on
every development, hoping to
keep one jump ahead of police
activities. I don’t expect Wil-
liam Bright’s slayers to prove
an exception to the rule and, consequently, we must deliber-
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A A RESULT, local newspapers and wire stories were to
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not the case.

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guard.

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move in the manhunt to bring the killers to justice. State
officers went to the home of Neal’s wife in Indianapolis, but
learned that they had been separated for some time and that
he had been keeping company with Mary LaFeverh in East
Washington Street.

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on Monday aiternoon, only a short while before Bright’s dis-
appearance.

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told the officers, cheerfully accompanying them and John
Curtis Neal, Edwin Childers and Winfield Dale, whom police
had learned were friends of the suspect, to State Police
Headquarters for further questioning.

At the same time a description of the fugitive was re-
peatedly broadcast, as had been the victim’s only four days
before.

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found a bloodstained shirt and the spare tire of Bright’s car,
together with the tire rack and extra wheel which had been
stripped from the crimson-stained Pontiac coach.

They had made their find in a ravine northeast of Madison,
near highway Sixty-two, only a few miles from where the
car had been abandoned by the killers.

Everyone connected with the Neal family was called in,
and each was able to account for his actions throughout
Monday and Monday night, while they all contended that
the wanted man had not returned to Indianapolis since
Bright’s demise.

Captain Leach finally sent for Detectives Stewart, O’Neill
and Jake Neal, who, ironically, happened to be an uncle of
the fugitive.

“It is evident that Vurtis Neal did not travel north follow-
ing the tragedy. He may be hiding not far from Madison,
perhaps in its Kentucky environs, across the Ohio River.
I’m going to detail you three men to comb the Ohio River
section for him. Bring him in!” he ordered.

The identity of Neal’s companion was still a mystery, but
it was believed that the two men were in hiding togetier
when Kidwell decided to divulge their plans to separate at
his home and meet sometime later at Florence, a small town
thirty miles East of Madison.

Authorities had established, beyond a shadow of a doubt,
that neither went to Florence, and accepted the fact that
they had changed their place of meeting, probably to the
Kentucky side of the Ohio River.

Te SURMISE HAD BEEN ‘strengthened when, on Thursday
morning, the State Detectives called Captain Leach from
Carrollton, Kentucky, to report that they had picked up
Neal’s trail on the Kentucky shores but he had eluded arrest.

“Jake says the boy was born in Milton, Kentucky, directly
across the river from Madison, about twenty-four miles from
here, and we'll get some additional information concerning
his connections in Kentucky and continue the search,” De-
tective O’ Neill promised.

Meanwhile, in Indianapolis, nothing was escaping the
watchful eye of the State Police, while even Wilbur Kid-
well, in Madison, was being kept (Continued on page 84)

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iver: oka eat

-olt to meet him and Detective Stewart at Shelbyville.
They worked with dispatch at the Shelby County Seat and

-erurned to the State Capital a few hours later with the bul-

‘et-pierced and bloodstained hat which they took at once to

‘e Harbison Drugstore at 1740 East Tenth Street, where it

was identified as that worn by William Bright when he had

~arted home Monday evening. The hat band was heavily
iwder-marked.

\Vhen the State authorities returned to Headauarters they
found Mrs. Bright anxiously awaiting them, fear and dread
etching her features as she turned to Captain Leach with the
question, “Is there any news?”

Te TALL, DARK-EYED detective regarded the young
auburn-haired wife compassionately for a moment be-
fore replying, and then he nodded:

“Yes, Mrs. Bright, there is news, but I am afraid it is
very bad news. I am sorry to tell you this,” he added géntly,
“but your husband's car, badly bloodstained, has been recov-
ered, and all the evidence we have been able to unearth thus
far points to his death—to murder!”

Early Wednesday morning, Captain Leach detailed Dctec-
tives Stewart, O’Neiil and Granholt, together with ten other
men from State Police Headquarters to comb the territory
in Shelby County where the hat had been discovered.

“Find Bright's body,” he ordered, meanwhile preparing to
make a personal investigation of the druggist’s character and
habits in an effort to establish a possible motive for murder,
and aid in reconstructing the crime. There was no longer
the slightest doubt in his mind that young Bright had heen
brutally slain.

But here Captain Leach faced a blank wall, and he soon
realized the futility of attempting to establish a motive in
such a way for, on every hand, he heard only praise spoken
ot the missing man. His manner of living had been clean
and above reproach, his ideals had been of the highest, and
his devotion to his wife and his home life was known to a1]
his friends, co-workers and acquaintances. He _ neither

smoked nor drank and he and his wife were together con-
stantly when their duties would permit.

“None of the usual theories can be advanced in this case,
and I am completely stumped,” Captain Leach declared to

his staff. “But, despite the lack of clues and motive, I am
determined to clear it up!”

A IMMEDIATELY, the State Chief set out to learn why
and where William Bright had been killed. Learning
that the pharmacist, a man of unusually steady and punctual
habits, had followed a regular route from the drugstore to
his home each day, Captain Leach drove over that same route
ten or twelve times to try to determine what could possibly
have happened.

Driving slowly through State Avenue, thence to Pleasant
Run Boulevard, Shelby Street and Hanna Avenue, crossing
Southeastern Avenue, which is also the city route of high-
way Twenty-nine, Leach checked every inch of the territory
and then continued on road Twenty-nine to Shelby.

Returning to the State House sometime later, and care-
fully analyzing his notes, Leach discarded the idea that
Bright. might have picked up hitch-hikers en route home.

“Tf he had been traveling out some highway, he might
have given someone a lift but, in the act of driving only
twenty-five or thirty blocks to his home, it is not likely,”
the Captain reasoned.

The next possibility was that he had been intercepted
somewhere along the route and, in reconstructing the crime,
it was finally decided that amateur criminals—due to the fact
that the accessories had been striped from the Pontiac coach
—had waylaid Bright, probably at one of the several stop-
lights on his way home, and had forced him to drive out of
Indianapolis at the point of a gun.

“Perhaps when he and the bandits—for I believe there
was more than one—reached the outskirts of the city, Bright
resisted and was killed in the car, then taken to where the
hat was found, with the intention of being dumped there.
However, the slayers evidently changed their minds, putting
him back in the car and dropping him somewhere between
Shelby County and Madison, Indiana, where they abandoned
the machine,’ Leach declared, following his deductions and
reconstruction of the happening.

pe AT LEAST a portion of his theory was working out
was proved by a call from Bob O’Neill at eleven o’clock
Wednesday morning, informing the Chief that his detail,
citizens of She:byville, the Sheriff
and all Shelby County officials had
been working tirelessly in their
search for Bright’s body.

“We haven't found him yet, but
Albert Woollen of Fairland, and
Warren Johnson of Boggstown,
here in Shelby County, have just
discovered some blood on the north
rail of the stone bridge over Big
Sugar Creck, and we believe his
body might have been thrown into
the stream,” O’Neill stated.

Captain Leach, advising them
not to leave the scene, called the
Indianapolis Police Department,
asking for Sergeant Frank Galla-
ger and another officer with grap-
pling hooks and a rowboat, and they
were soon on their way to the Red
Mill Bridge, a short distance from
Boggstown, in Shelby County.

Stunned by the loss of their kin, the Bright
family are pictured here awaiting further
news of the bragging slayers’ fate. (Left
to right) Lorena Bright, sister; Mrs.
Albert Bright, mother; Arthur Bright,
brother, and the slain man's father.

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I-vervone for miles around had joined in the search and
the officers found a huge crowd awaiting them. They set
to work immediately, dragging the wide stream, but their
efforts were not rewarded until, at the end of two and one-
halt hours, they brought the young druggist’s body to the
surface. It had been carried about fifty feet south of the
bridge in midstream.

They found him fully clothed, even to his overcoat, but
his pockets had been rifled and his watch and cash had been
taken. A ruby ring, the gift of his wife, was still upon his
finger.

Among the watching throng stood the victim’s father,
Albert Bright, of Elnora, Indiana; Lyman Stahl, an uncle;
and Paul L. Bailey, a cousin.

The body was immediately identified.

Dr. William R. Tindall, Shelby County Coroner, hurried
to the scene and his preliminary examination revealed that
four bullets had plowed through the head and heart of
Bright.

“Apparently the body has been in the water since Monday
night, and I believe that he had been dead only a short time
before he was thrown into the creek,’ Coroner Tindall
stated, before turning the body over to the father who had
it taken back to Indianapolis.

Pee THE REMAINS WERE removed to the City Hospital
where Marion County Coroner, Dr. Ethelbert R. Wil-
son, and his deputy, Dr. Frank Ramsey, held a post mortem
to definitely establish cause of death.

They found that the shooting alone was responsible; two
bullets entering his back, one forging through the forehead,
and the fourth entering the right temple and emerging at the
base of the skull, all shot at very close range, leaving powder
burns and splintering the bones of the forehead.

Dr. Wilson described the bullets as soft-nosed type, fired
from a .38-calibre revolver.

In the meantime, speculation was rife at the Indiana State
Police Headquarters regarding the merciless slayers, and
every man on the staff was incensed at the brutality of the
crime.

“Evidently the slaying was perpetrated by one or more

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individuals who have been living in Madison, because that
appears to have been their point of destination and the car
was recovered there,” Captain Leach opined. “Perhaps it
was instigated by someone with a record who has lived in
Indianapolis off and on.”

Consequently, an immediate check was begun of all “ama-
teur criminals,” those having been previously convicted in
Madison for larceny who were now on the outside; and, by
the process of elimination, the State Police had narrowed the
possible suspects down to three or four young Madison men
who frequently visited relatives in Indianapolis.

At this point, a man entered the Madison Police Head-
quarters and approached Patrolman Elmer Hamlon.

“Mr. Hamlon,” he said, speaking in a guarded voice, “I
believe I’ve uncovered something ‘hot’ in regard to the mur-
der of William Bright, the Indianapolis druggist.”

“Spill it!” Patrolman Hamlon advised noncommittally, re-
veahng none of the hope and excitement welling up within
him at the other’s words.

“I know a fellow in this town who bought an automobile
heater from a couple of crooks, and I read in the paper
where the heater was stolen out of Bright’s bloodstained
car—”

“Who is the fellow?” Hamlon interrupted.

“Wilbur Kidwell,” was the response.

Hamlon communicated at once with Sheriff Bear who, in
turn, notified Captain Leach. It was only a matter of min-
utes until the State Police Chief was again speeding over
highway Twenty-nine to Madison, joining the other officers,
including the Madison Police Chief and State Patrolman
Gorman, for a visit to Kidwell’s home.

phe A CONSIDERABLE LENGTH of time Kidwell admitted
that two men had come to his house about eight o’clock
Tuesday morning with an automobile heater to sell, but de-
clared that was all he knew about it.

The authorities then talked to Mrs. Kidwell. She finally
prevailed upon her husband to disclose the identity of the
men to save himself from suspicion and further trouble.

“Well, one of them is Vurtis Neal, my brother-in-law,”
he acknowledged reluctantly. “But the other fellow I really
don’t know. I had never seen
him before.”

The name of Vurtis Neal
had a particularly familiar
sound to Captain Leach. It
was one of the few remaining
names of possible suspects de-
veloped by the process of elim-
ination in the office of the State
Police.

Vurtis Neal had been con-
victed in Madison on a charge
of petit larceny and had served
ninety days, being released in
October, and he had since been
ordered out of Madison as an
undesirable citizen.

This fact and Kidwell’s story
of the automobile heater, to-
gether with his later admission
that the two men had left a pair
of bloodstained trousers at his

(Left to right) Detective Jacob
Neal, uncle of the prisoner, seated;
State Detectives Robert O'Neill and
Meredith Stewart. It wasn't an easy
assignment for the officer-relative
of the fugitive to track him down,
but duty came before sentiment.

mene


that the thirty-six-year-old pharmacist had left, as usual, at
six P.M. and driven his automobile toward home.

To many wives such information would have resulted in
suspicion and doubt, but to Mrs. Bright it brought only a
decp fear and she turned for advice to the Indiana State
Police, calling the office of Captain Matt Leach, since retired,
with the request that a description of her husband and his
car be broadcast.

She was given every consideration and the full descrip-
tions were recorded and put on the air, although her hus-
band’s tardiness was not regarded by the officers as cause
for serious worry.

APTAIN LEACH WAS SEATED in his office at the State
House about 12:30 p.m. Tuesday, when the telephone
rang, bringing a long distance call from Madison, Indiana.
“Captain Leach, this is Leslie Bear, Sheriff of Jefferson
County, speaking,’ an excited voice announced.

“Ves?” the State Police Chief responded.

“I’ve just had a report from the local Chief of Police and
State Patrolman Robert Gorman that they’ve found a car
here in Madison covered with blood.”

“What kind of a car?”

‘A Pontiac coach and it has been stripped of the spare
tire and the heater—even the license plates have been re-
moved,” the Sheriff replied.

“Then can you give me the motor number? [I'll have it
checked right away to determine the owner,” Captain Leach
suggested.

“Okay,” Sheriff Bear agreed, repeating the motor number
of the abandoned, bloodstained automobile. ‘‘And, whoever
the owner is, I think we'll find him murdered.”

“T’ll leave for Madison as soon as the records are checked,”
Captain Leach promised, and a short while later one of his
assistants laid before him a card upon which had been writ-
ten the name of William H. Bright.

“Detail Donald Winn, our detective and fingerprint expert
in the Seymour district, and Menlo C. Turner, our official
photographer, to hurry down to Madison and check that car
for fingerprints. Tell them to stay there until I arrive!” the
State Police Chief ordered, summoning Meredith Stewart, de-
tective from the main office. Together they sped over the high-
way southeast, arriving in Madison at six o’clock that evening.

Contacting Sheritf Bear, the Chief of Police and other
officials, they prepared to make a complete examination of
the machine and found it covered with blood, inside and out.
In addition to the heater and other accessories, the floor mat
and keys had also been taken, while the upholstery and the
burlap under the floor mat was soaked and gory with blood.

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Twenty-five cigarette stubs lit-
tered the floor of the coach.

pe THE BACK of the machine
the officials found the rear
bumper stained with crimson,
to which were clinging strands
of human hair.

“Tt appears that the victim
put up a valiant fight for his
life,’ Captain Leach pointed
out, and the other officers con-

Fred V. Cramer (below), brilliant
young prosecutor, thrilled courtroom
spectators with his forceful oratory
in demanding the supreme penalty
for the two slayers. A red light
stopped Wiiliam Bright from ever
again entering his modest little bun-
galow. It was his signal of death.

curred, continuing their close scrutiny of the car just as
word of a long distance call was brought to them. They
hurried back to the Jefferson County Jail to accept it.
Captain Leach lifted the receiver to hear the voice of the
Sheriff of Shelby County, declare, “Somebody has been

killed up here in my county, Captain. I just found a man’s
hat with a bullet hole through it.”

“Hold it, Sheriff. I'll be up there,” Leach directed, and
immediately got in touch with his office at Indianapolis, in-

structing State Detectives Robert O’Neill and George Gran-


HIME
DETECTIVE

You see, my room is next to this and I
can hear everything plainly through
the wall.”

“What time was it when you heard
this disturbance?” ;

“It went on for hours—up till three
o’clock this morning. Alice May had
a fellow in here and they were cut-

‘ting up half the night.”

Detective Smith turned to Mrs.
Kelly. “Who was this fellow she had
in her room?”

“T don’t know,” she said. “I didn’t
even know she had a man here. All
I know is, somebody called for her

about eight-thirty last night and they -

went out together.” ,

“But didn’t you see her caller?

“No. I was in the basement at the
time. And I’d gone to bed before
Alice returned, so I didn’t see them.”

“I know who her caller was,” said
the obliging Mr. Miller. “His name 1s
Zimmerman. I saw him go out with
Alice May early in the evening and I
heard them come back about midnight.
He was here in this room with her for
three hours after that.”

“Who is this Zimmerman?” asked
the detective. a

“All I know about him is, he’s a
young squirt that Alice May met only
a few days ago. He’s been giving her
the rush ever since.” .

Said Detective Smith: “I think you
can be of some help to us, Mr. Miller,
in clearing up this affair. Would you
mind coming down to headquarters
and telling the chief what you know
about it?”

ee MILLER not only was willing
to go to police headquarters; he
s eager to go.
wou know” he said to the officers,
when he got his hat and coat and
started off with them, “I’m somewhat
of a detective myself.”
“Yeah?” said Sergeant Kammeyer,
eying the lanky, bespectacled man.
“Well, it may need a good detective to

solve this case.” ; ;
“Nothing to it,” said Miller, with

one of his quick nervous gestures. “It’s .

an open-and-shut affair. Find this
fellow Zimmerman and you’ve got the
solution.” ;

At headquarters, when questioned
by Chief Taylor, he repeated what he
had told the detectives. He gave his
full name as Adrian H. Miller, his
age as thirty-one, and said he had re-
cently come to Fort Wayne from South
America and was now taking a special
course in engineering at the Indiana
Technical College. ;

He talked freely, without urging,
gesturing nervously to emphasize his
words and rumpling the thin black
hair at the back of his head with his
long, bony fingers. He seemed in-
tensely eager to help the police catch
the murderer of the young girl and
elaborated on what he knew about

her and her new cavalier, Zimmerman. .

“She was sort of boy crazy,” he
said, “and was always talking about
the fellows she knew. This Zimmer-
man had her. going, though she’d
known him only since last Monday... .
Poor little kid! She sure got a tough
break with him!”

Paes

Chief Taylor, after detailing De-
tectives Smith and Kammeyer to
round up Zimmerman and bring him
in for questioning, sat listening to
the thin, nervous man and eying him
curiously. For all his loquacity, he
had a small, thin-lipped mouth and a
peculiarly bright gleam in the beady
black eyes behind his spectacles that
especially interested the chief.

“Unless I’m mistaken,” the chief
was thinking, “this fellow is a little
screwy.” Aloud, he said: “Just what
sort of noise was it, Miller, that you
heard in the girl’s room last night?”

“Most of the time,” said Miller, “they
were scuffling on her bed. I could
hear the springs creak as they wrestled
together. Then I heard them go out
to the porch. There’s a sv ng out there
and I heard them swinging, in it, laugh-
ing and talking. Pretty soon, though,
they came back to her room and again
I heard them on the bed. It was im-
possible to sleep, with the noise they

‘were making, so I lay awake smoking

cigarettes and listening to them. After
a while they were quiet, and some
time after that I heard her door close
softly and heard Zimmerman’s foot-
steps going downstairs. I turned on
the light and looked at my watch. It
was exactly five minutes to three. Then
I turned off the light and went to
sleep. It seems clear enough, doesn’t
it, Chief, that this Zimmerman mur-
dered her?”

“It looks that way,” agreed Chief
Taylor, still watching the fanatical
gleam in Miller’s eye. “But we’ll know
more about it after we’ve talked with
Zimmerman.”

Locating Howard Zimmerman was
no great task for the twc letectives,
Smith and Kammeyer, an later that
day—at 4:15 p.m., to be exact—they
led him into the chief’s office. He was
a dark, stocky youth of eighteen, with
thick curly hair, fleshy nose and mus-
cular neck, and he had heavy-lidded
eyes that somehow gave him a sleepy
look. In contrast to the excitable Mil-
ler, he was phlegmatically calm and
unperturbed by the serious charge
against him.

“Sure I was with that girl last night,”
he said, in answer to Chief Taylor’s
question, “but I don’t know anything
about any murder.”

“How long were you with her?” the
chief asked.

“Most of the night I guess. I met
her about eight-thirty and we went
to a movie. Afterward we bummed
around town for a while and then
went back to her room.”

“How long were you in her room?”
_ “Till about three o’clock this morn-
ing.
“And what did you do there?”

Zimmerman moved his thick shoul-
ders and looked at the chief with his
heavy-lidded eyes. “I just played
around with her.”

“On her bed?”

“T guess we were on the bed most of
the time.”

“What were you doing on the bed?”

A faint smile touched the thick lips
of the apathetic youth. “We were
having a pillow fight,” he said in his
flat voice.

”

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 67

_ Consolidated High School in Winches-

’

Chief Taylor hitched himself for-
ward in his chair, planted both hands
on his knees and glared accusingly
into the youth’s sleepy eyes. So far,
everything that he had said squared
with what Miller had told the police.

“Ydéu were doing more than that,”
the chief blazed at him.
trying to rape that little girl. You
stripped off her dress and her under-

’ wear, and when she protested and tried

to scream you stuffed her panties into
her mouth. That was what killed her.
She choked to death. After you had
accomplished your purpose you went
out and left her dead on the floor.”
This dreadful accusation failed to

shake the unemotional young man. He *

only shook his head stoically and said:
“T tell you I don’t know anything about
her death. She was alive when I left
her and getting ready for bed. That’s
all I can tell you.”

Miller, who had been haunting head-
quarters and volubly offering his help
as a “detective,” burst excitedly into
the room. At sight of young Zimmer-
man, he stretched his baldish head for-
ward on his long, scrawny neck and
ran the tip of his tongue between his
thin lips. His big Adam’s apple was
moving up and down. His beady little
eyes were burning feverishly behind
his thick glasses. Even his protruding

ears seemed trembling with excite- -

ment.

“So you got him!” he cried trium-
phantly. “Fast work, Chief!”

Zimmerman slowly turned his head
sidewise and looked at the exultant
man with torpid curiosity.

“What’s eating that guy?” he wanted
to know.

“That guy,” explained the chief, “is
the chief witness against you. He
heard everything you did to that girl
last night. He was in the room right
next to hers. You'd better confess,
Zimmerman.”

Fror the first time, young Zimmer-
man showed a trace of annoyance.
“Confess?” he said. “Confess what?
I’ve got nothing to confess. I’ve told
you all I know about this thing.”
And that was all the chief could get
from him—except some facts concern-
ing his background. He had come to
Fort Wayne a week before, hitch-hik-
ing his way from Riga, Michigan, and
had obtained temporary employment
as a furnace repairman’s helper. He
had met Alice May in a restaurant
only three days previous. Attracted
by her pretty face, he had struck up
an acquaintance with her and had
“dated her up” several times since.
Despite the evidence against him,
Chief Taylor was not yet ready to book
him for murder, so he held him on a
technical charge of loitering.
Zimmerman was locked in a cell, still
protesting his innocence, and Detec-
tives Smith and Kammeyer continued
working on the case, with the volubly
excited Miller eagerly offering to help.
Checking on the girl’s life, they
learned she had come to Fort Wayne
on September 1 from a farm near
Winchester, Indiana. She had been
graduated in June from the McKinley

D FOR THIS GIRL’S BODY

“You were,


inside her mouth. In doing that, he cut off her wind
and she was suffocated.”

Detective Smith noticed a second door at the far end
of the room and walked over and opened it. It led to
a small porch protected only by a low wooden balus-
trade. He stepped out onto the porch and leaned over
this parapet and looked below. It was a matter of only
eight or ten feet to the ground. The rapist might have
- swung himself up to the porch, entered the girl’s room,
-ravished and murdered her, and then he might have
~ left by the way he had come, with nobody in the house
- being aware of his presence.

Detective _Kammeyer, looking about at the disorder
in the room, said to the coroner: “From the looks of
this place, Doctor, the girl put up a stiff fight before

she was overpowered.”
“Right,” agreed Dr. Kruse, “and she must have made

‘eonsiderable noise, too. Are you sure,” he asked Mrs.
Kelly, “you heard no disturbance. in this room last

ty

Ccors——

were horrified as they
examined death bed.

Howard Zimmerman. at
time police grilled him.

: ‘ night?”
@ Before she could answer, a man’s
voice spoke from the hall behind her:
QUESTIONED “Maybe she didn’t hear any distur-

bance last night, but I heard plenty.”

The owner of this voice then ap-
peared in the doorway. He was a
scrawny man of about thirty with a
long bony nose, outjutting ears and a pronounced
Adam’s apple. He was partly bald in front and this
accentuated his high, wide forehead. His small dark
eyes, gleaming brightly behind gold-rimmed spectacles,
widened with horror as he beheld the scene in the room.
He slowly elevated his hand and ran his fingers shakily
through the wisps of black hair snarled on top of his
head.
“Holy smoke!” he gasped, craning his head forward
and staring through his glasses at the girl’s nude body.
“What happened to her?”

.“And who are you?” demanded Detective Smith.

Mrs. Kelly answered: “This is Mr. Miller, my other
roomer. These men are from the police, Mr. Miller.
Alice May’s been horribly murdered. I’m so upset I
can scarcely think.”

The coroner said to Miller: “You say you heard a
disturbance in this room last night?”

“Plenty! It kept me awake. (Continued on page 80)

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i trea ead es A tine

‘to an undertaking

ter, and had come to Fort Wayne for
a commercial course at the Interna-
{ional Business College.

Her parents were Mr. and Mrs. Gail
Girton and she was the oldest of three
daughters.

She was seventeen years of age, but
because of her small stature—she was
only four feet, six inches high and
weighed a scant ninety pounds—she
seemed even younger.

The detectives eluded Miller, the
amateur sleuth, and went to the W. C.
T YJ. home, where Alice May had lived
upon her arrival in Fort Wayne. Here,
they talked with Miss Stella Hess, the
house mother, and with Rebecca Mit-
ten, Alice May’s roommate, both of
whom were inexpressibly shocked by
the news of the young girl’s tragic
death. ;

“Pm afraid Alice May never was
happy here,” said Miss Hess. “She
chafed against our rules. She wanted
to live in a place where she could
have more freedom. | So she left us
and went to that lodging house.”

“You mean,” asked Detective Smith,
“she liked to run around with the
boys?”

“Precisely.”

“Alice was always talking about
boys,” said Rebecca Mitten. “She
never mixed much with us girls.”

“Did she talk about any boy in par-
ticular?” asked Detective Kammeyer.

“Not that I remember. She was al-
ways meeting new ones. She kept a
diary and wrote in it what she thought
of them. Oh, now that I think of it,”
suddenly exclaimed Rebecca, “she did
mention one man especially—a man
that she was afraid of.”

NSTANTLY the detective pricked up

his ears.

“T don’t know his name, but she told
me about him the last time I saw her.
That was one day last week, when I
met her at a soda fountain.”

“Did she describe the man?”

“Well, she said he was a sort of wild-
eyed foreigner and was following her
around, muttering to himself. She
thought he was cracked in the noodle
and she seemed terribly afraid of him.”

The detectives exchanged significant
looks. Then, after questioning some
of the other girls, they started for Mrs.
Kelly’s rooming house.

Their objective now was to fird
Alice May’s diary, which probably
was hidden somewhere in her room.
It ought to give them a lead on the
“wild-eyed foreigner” of whom she
had been afraid.

As before, they were met by Mrs.
Kelly, still flustered by all the excite-
ment in her house.

“we'd like to have another look at
Alice May’s room,” Detective Smith
said to her.

“Certainly. Come right in.” As she
again led the way upstairs, she clucked
commiseratingly: ‘Poor little girl!
Such a terrible thing to happen to her!
She was always so happy and gay.
Often at night, when she should have
been getting her lessons, I could hear
her tap dancing in her room. She was
so full of life. And now to think she
is dead, brutally murdered ‘Have you
officers any idea who did it?”

“We'll know pretty soon, I hope,”
said Smith, as he entered the room.

The girl’s body had been removed
establishment,
where Dr. B. W. Rhamy was perform-
ing a post-mortem examination, and
the room had been put in order.

Systematically the detectives began
searching it, looking through the

Ira Scott, young fa

bureau drawers, among the

odds and

ends in the closet, beneath the furni-

ture, every place that a small
Finally they turned

might be hidden.
to the bed.
Detective Kammeyer la
mattress an
sheets and blanket, and

book

id. ‘dof the

d rolled it back with its

there it was,

lying on the springs—a thin little
volume bound in red imitation leather
and bearing two ornamental words on

its front cover:
They opened the book
scanned the day-by-day

“My Diary.”

and eagerly
entries writ-

-ten in a girlish hand. They bespoke

the outpouring of a youn

g girl’s heart

—a young girl eager for life and curi-
ous about sex—and they were con-
cerned almost entirely with boys and

men.
At last they found the entry for

which they were looki

ng. It had

been written less than a week before:

“That man was here again to-

night.

He came to the door and

stood there looking at me. He was

muttering to
ling his hair.

awfully afraid of him.’

That was all, but that

himself and rump-
I slammed the door
in his face and locked it.

I am

’

-was enough

for Detectives Smith and Kammeyer.

They hurried back to
with the diary.

headquarters

OWARD ZIMMERMAN, the sus-

pected youth, was
questioned in
and was again protesting
cent. On the chief’s desk

again being

Chief Taylor’s office—

he was inno-
was a report

from Dr. Rhamy, verifying the report
of Coroner Kruse, that the seventeen-
year-old girl had been the victim of a

sex-crazed fiend, who ha

d ferociously

tahand, is interrogated by Miinots officials investigating
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raped and strangled her to death.

Nearby stood Adrian Miller, his
bony fingers moving nervously, a
cigarette between his thin lips, his
beady eyes burning with feverish ex-
citernent as he watched the chief and
Zimmerman. After the two detectives
had given him the slip, he had_ re-
turned to police headquarters to “help
the chief get a confession.” At least
a dozen times that day he had buzzed
in and out of the chiet’s office offering
his “help.”

He seemed even more anxious than
the chief himself to get a confession

- from Zimmerman, to clear up the case

and bring the murderer to justice.

“The beast who murdered that little
girl,” he kept repeating, “ought to be
hanged. No punishment is too severe
for him.”

Now, as the two detectives walked
in, he turned to them and said: “Any
new clues, boys?”

“We may have something pretty
soon,” said Smith, then walked over
to the chief and whispered in his ear.
He also took the diary from his pocket
and slid it into the chief’s hand, indi-
cating the passage: “That man was
here again tonight. . . 2

Chief Taylor read the entry, then
told the turnkey to take Zimmerman
back to his cell.

When the door had closed behind
them, Miller started to leave.

“Well, Chief,” he said, with his hand
on the doorknob, “if there’s anything
more I can do for you—”

“Just a minute, Miller,” Chief Taylor
interrupted. “Come over here and sit
down. I want to talk with you.”

“Certainly, Chief.” Miller crossed
the floor with alacrity and dropped
into a chair. “What do you want to
know?”


82

“T want to know,” said Chief Taylor,
speaking very distinctly and steadily
eying the thin, nervous man, “why you
raped and murdered Alice May. Gir-
ton.”

[XN less serious circumstances the ex~-
pression on Miller’s face would have
been comical. Stretching his scrawny
neck from his soiled shirt collar, he
peered through his spectacles at the
chief and blinked his eyes, as if he
hadn’t heard aright. He had a smok-

‘ ing cigarette stump in his hand and he

started to lift it to his mouth. Then
he crushed it out in an ash tray, fished
a crumpled paper pack from his pocket
and lit another cigarette. With the
smoke curling round his bony face,
he said: .

“What did you say, Chief?”

“You heard what I said. You raped
and murdered that little girl. I want
you to tell me all about it’.

“But, Chief! Zimmerman—’”

“Zimmerman had nothing to do with
it. You are the murderer.”

“But—what makes you think—”

“The girl herself put the finger on
you, Miller. It’s all right here in her
diary.” Chief Taylor brought his hand
down on the little red-leather book
lying on his desk. “We've got you
dead to rights, Miller.”

Miller stared through his glasses at
the book; then his ratlike eyes darted
furtively toward the door. Detectives
Smith and Kammeyer stood silently
watching him. He looked back to the
chief. Removing the cigarette from
his mouth, he licked his dry lips and
swallowed convulsively, causing his
Adam’s apple to bulge. Finally he said
in a hoarse whisper:

“All right. I did it. I’m ready to tell
you all about it.”

A police stenographer was called
and Adrian Miller, pale and perspiring,
made a confession unparalleled for
bestial cruelty and brutish lust.

“IT had my eye on that little girl,”

Brown searched his memory and re-
called cases in which a score of coin-
cidences had combined to make a
missing-person case—and especially
the authorities—-look silly.

Back on the job the following morn-
ing, Brown decided to pay a call on
the bespectacled but handsome Roger
Cunningham.

Cunningham was all courtesy. No,
he hadn’t had word from Eudora yet.
But he had been stirring around. He
had, for example, made inquiries at

Higgins, Texas, where a former school
chum of his wife lived.

“I have every hope of hearing from .

her on Monday,” he said.

As he drove toward his office,
Brown found himself becoming more
and more certain that the riddle had
one solution—a solution locked up in
the soul of the inscrutable man whose
calmness and sureness annoyed him.
Wasting no time, he issued instruc~-
tions that Cunningham was to be
shadowed.

Not many hours passed before he
received a report from one of his
men: Roger Cunningham, carefree as

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he said, “ever since she moved into the
room next to mine. I used to lie awake
nights trying to figure some way to
‘make’ her.. I knocked on her door
several times when I knew she was in,
but she wouldn’t let me inside. She
seemed afraid of me... ;

“Getting down to last night: I lay
awake, like I said, listening to her and
Zimmerman, and the sound of them
scuffiing on her bed got me all stirred
up. I was thinking what I would do
if I was in there with her, and the more
I thought about it the more steamed
up I got. 7

“Finally, about three o’clock this
morning, I heard Zimmerman leave
her room. I got out of bed and went
into the hall and knocked on her door.

“I guess she thought it was Zimmer-
man coming back, for she opened the
door right away. When she saw it was
me she started to close it. But I caught
it with my foot so it wouldn’t shut.

(6

O away,’ she said. ‘You can’t
come in here.’
“She had on a silk robe, cut deep in
front, and she looked so pretty that I
made up my mind I was going to have
her then and there.

“I shoved my way inside her room
and closed the door and turned the key
in the lock. Then I picked her up and
carried her over to the bed. She was
kicking and struggling and trying to
scream, but I held my hand _ over her

“mouth so she couldn’t make much

noise.

“We were tumbling about on her
bed. Her robe came off and all she had
on was a pair of panties. I was holding
her tight. Then...”

Here followed det?ils too revolting
to print.

“When it was all over,” Miller ended,
“she was lying on the floor, stark
naked. I stooped over her. She didn’t
move or make a sound. She seemed to
be dead, so I walked out and closed
the door.

a sparrow, had driven off in his car
bound, apparently, for Tulsa.

In the company of Claude Tyler,
county evidence man, Brown drove
out to the imposing Cunningham
house on Oakwood Drive.

A cursory search produced, to begin
with, a library book in the room. of
the missing matron. An inspec’ 1n
showed that it had been taken out un
March 6. Odd that Mrs. Cunningham
had rented a book when she was
planning to leave town.

Suddenly Brown recalled that
Roger Cunningham had stated that
his wife had gone up in the attic to
take down the three bags which, ap-

‘parently, she had carried off. To-

gether with Tyler he mounted the
stairs.

A the landing Assistant County
Attorney Brown peered across the
attic floor.

‘Do you notice, Claude, that there’s
only one set of tracks?”

“I do,” Tyler rejoined casually.
“And I also notice that they are un-
mistakably those. of a man.”

“Then I went back to my room and
got back into bed.”

While Miller made his dreadful con-
fession, his nervousness increased. He
smoked cigarettes incessantly and kept
running his trembling fingers through
his wispy hair. Beads of perspiration
stood out on his bald forehead. He
seemed verging on a nervous collapse.
And when at last he had finished he
pitched forward on his face, uncon-
scious!

HIEF TAYLOR hurriedly sum-

moned the city physician, Dr.
Arnold H. Duemling, who took charge
of the pitiful wretch.

Zimmerman, wholly innocent and
unjustly accused, was released from
custody and Miller, who had tried
desperately to frame him for the
crime, was locked in his cell.

Chief Taylor was right about that
fanatical gleam he had _ noticed in
Miller’s beady eyes.

In 1922 he had been sent to the Psy-
chopathic Hospital in San Diego, Cali-
fornia, for attempted murder, and a
year before that he had served a seven-
months sentence in the same city for
a violation of the Mann Act. More-
over, he was syphilitic.

On Thursday, November 10 last, he
was indicted by the Allen County,
Indiana, Grand Jury, the case against
him being presented by County Prose-
cutor C. Vyron Hayes. Two counts of
first degree murder were returned
against him and he was held for trial
without bail.

As this is written, his trial is being
delayed pending the report of a sanity
commission. By the time this is read,
or soon thereafter, Adrian Miller will
undoubtedly be spending the rest of
his life either in state’s prison or in a
lunatic asylum. :

But it will be many a day before
Fort Wayne forgets him and the dark-
efed ite girl that he brutally mur-

ered.

SING” SOCIETY MATRON

As the two drove toward town,
Brown rehearsed the developments.
Facts don’t lie, but they are often
embarrassing. True, he admitted,
things looked bad for Roger Cunning-
ham. But what could he do?

Once more alone in his office he
made a notation for early Monday to
set in touch with Roger Cunningham
about that hunch that his wife would
show up. And here the case rested.

On Monday, March 20, the mystery
of the missing socialite was two
weeks old.

News there was indeed. A letter
had arrived from Monte Dillingham,
as he had promised. It contained the

note Cunningham had sent him along

with the printed message.
Printed on his private stationery,
the letter read:

SPIKE:

Please send this straight, just
as fast as you can get to a Postal
or Western Union. sub-station—
where you are not’ known.
(“Where you are not known” was
underlined.) Destroy this letter

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as no answer.

Irs. Kelly began to

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she turned and

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before returned from Washington, D. C.,
where he had taken a course in modern
detective work at the National Police
Academy under the direction of the Fed-
eral Bureau of Investigation.

At the entrance of the clerk and Mrs.
Kelly, he looked up.

“This woman says there’s a dead girl
at her house,” the clerk announced.

As Mrs. Kelly reported her findings to
Captain Taylor, he jotted down the in-
formation and handed it to his subor-
dinate.

“Notify the coroner,” he said, “and
send some uniformed men to this address
as quickly as possible.”

When the clerk left, Taylor got to his
feet and led Mrs. Kelly to the elevator.
Together, they descended to the street.

During the short walk from headquar-
ters to the boardinghouse, which was
only one block away, Mrs. Kelly told the
detective all she knew about Miss Girton.

Approaching the house, Taylor saw
that it was a two-story building with
white stucco finish. A large wing jutted
off at a right angle from the main part.
There was a veranda on the ground floor,
and a roofed balcony on the second.

The vestibule was dark and Taylor
had difficulty accustoming himself to the
gloom. As he followed the landlady to
the stairs, he saw, through an arched
doorway, two persons seated at a table,
finishing their breakfast. One was a
young man; the other was middle aged.

“Tenants of yours?” he asked.

Mrs. Kelly nodded.

“Have you told them about the death?”
Taylor inquired.

I tried to break it

said the young suitor

With an uneasy feeling of being
watched, he stealthily departed

Shy Alice Girton (left) had
welcomed friendly young man

20

“No, T came straight to you with the
news.”

“Good.”

On the second floor, the woman
stopped before Miss Girton’s quarters
and waited in the hall while Captain
Taylor made his investigation.

In his cursory examination of the
body of the young girl, the police captain
saw that she had a deformed hand. It
was withered—the size of a baby’s hand.

Bending over the lifeless form, he
could see no bruises or other evidence
to indicate that violence had preceded
death. Then he noticed that part of a
silk garment had been stuffed into the
girl’s mouth. Apparently it had caused
her death by suffocation; but it seemed

incredible to the detective that anyone.

could forcibly hold a normally healthy
young woman and at the same time keep
a cloth in her mouth until she was dead.

He stood up and glanced around the
room. It was a neat place with feminine
touches everywhere. The bed stood in
one corner. Near it was a large bureau
covered with toilet articles, photographs
and a cloth-shaded lamp. Between the
two front windows was a writing table
covered with a heavy, fringed scarf. On
it were books, pencils, writing pads and
other school supplies.

Oddly enough, there was nothing
about the room to suggest that a struggle
had taken place. In fact, there was only
one misplaced article—a pillow. It was
on the floor near the corpse.

Once more Captain Taylor turned to
the still figure. The body lay at the side
of the bed, and, judging from its position
and the lopsided condition of the sheet,
it had either rolled or been dragged from
the mattress to the floor.

Taylor stepped to the door that led to
the balcony and tried it. It was locked.
So were the windows. Apparently, the
killer had entered and left by the hall
door. :

The detective called to Mrs. Kelly.
“Where do you sleep?” i

“Downstairs, in the back.”

“Did you hear any. screams or the
sound of blows up here last night? Any
loud talk or quarreling?”

“Not a thing.”

“Were you asleep all night?”

“I’ woke up only once,” the woman
answered. “That was when the young
man left.”

“What young man?” Taylor queried
sharply,

“I don’t know his name. He’s been -

calling on Alice for several nights. ;

“I don’t know the exact time he left,”
she added. “It was in the middle of the
night.” ;

“Do you know where he lives? Any-
thing at all about him?”

“No. He came at 8 o’clock,” she re-
plied. “I let him in. He was still here
when’I retired.”

“What does he look like?”
asked.

“He’s a big fellow with dark hair—
lots of dark hair. His eyes always seem
half-closed.”

“Did any of your other roomers on
this floor mention hearing any unusual
noises here last night?”

“No.”

Taylor

“Tl talk to them later. Please tell

ty

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them not to go out,” the captain re-
quested.

Mrs. Kelly nodded. Then the front
doorbell rang.

“That’s probably the coroner,” the
detective said. “Will you let him in?
And ask him to come upstairs.”

Mrs. Kelly didn’t move right away.

She seemed stunned by the tragedy that
had occurred in her home. In a low
voice, she asked, “Have you noticed her
hand?”

“Yes, I saw it,” Taylor replied.

“Crippled since childhood,” Mrs. Kelly
explained, . “Infantile paralysis. I think
it affected her life. and choice of com-
Panions.”

The doorbell rang again, more in-
sistently. Taylor stared at the landlady.
He wondered what she.meant by “choice
of companions.” Was she referring to
the dark-haired man? 4

“Poor thing, poor little girl,” Mrs.
Kelly sighed: Then she turned slowly
and started toward the Stairs. Taylor
stepped to the door and called to her.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” he
warned. “Don’t mention a thing.”

She nodded and went down to the
first floor.

A few minutes later, Allen County
Coroner Walter E. Kruse and Dr. B. W.
Rhamy, city toxicologist, came into the
room. Two men with a stretcher waited
in the hall.

A brief preliminary examination of
the body by the medical men gave Taylor
two distinct clues. One was that the girl
had been dead not more than seven
hours. Taylor looked at his watch. It
was 9 o’clock. That meant that Alice had
died sometime after 2:00 that morning.

The second clue was a little more
startling. After a somewhat lengthy
consultation, the coroner and Dr. Rhamy
decided that the position of the garment
in her mouth indicated that Alice had
not been killed by: the gag. She was

already dead when it was thrust into her
mouth,

Captain Taylor raised his eyebrows in
surprise. “Then how did she die?”

“I can’t say for sure,” Coroner Kruse
replied, “but possibly from suffocation.”

Dr. Rhamy nodded in agreement.

“But couldn’t suffocation be caused by
the cloth?” Taylor asked.

“No. Perhaps a hand was held over
her mouth and nose; perhaps some other
object was used to smother her.”

Taylor found himself staring at the
pillow on the ftoor. There was a growing
possibility that the killer had used the
Pillow to smother Alice to death and
then, as a needless precaution, had
stuffed the garment into her mouth.’ In
other words, the murderer had taken no
chances on Alice’s surviving. The pillow
would account for the absence of strug-
gle or outcry.

Coroner Kruse had the stretcher bear-
ers remove the body to the McComb
Funeral Home for a complete autopsy.

“Pll give you the results later,” he
told the captain.

After the coroner and the toxicologist
had left, Taylor made a thorough search
of the room. He examined every item
with extreme care.

Alice had carefully preserved her high
school report cards. Her marks were
invariably high; her deportment excel-
lent. .

Finally, in a drawer of the bureau, he
found a leather bound diary. He read
it slowly. For the most part, it was
filed with everyday trivia. Then, as he
came to the last few entries, he found a
lead. Alice had recorded the fact that
she had been having dates with a young
man named Leland Batey. They had
gone to dances together and occasionally
a movie, and sometimes they had had
dinner downtown.

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not remember. Did it occur to you that on
certain other things your mind seems to be
remarkably clear? You were, you say, too
drunk to remember this or that, yet other
details, much more complicated and difficult
to remember, can be recalled with vivid
clearness by you.

“You remember falling against the steer-
ing wheel, of trying to thumb a ride home;
of seeing a woman in a booth at a tavern
who was a perfect stranger to you, and of
leaving her there while you and Allen
drove to Lebanon. You recall that you
returned to the tavern forty-five minutes
later to find her gone. Just how drunk
were you, anyway?”

Barney stubbornly closed his mouth and
refused to answer any more questions. He
was locked up and the officers went home
for some much needed rest, certain in their
minds that Barney was lying. His state-
ment was too pat; too much like one that
had been rehearsed.

Sheritt Hourigan and Chief Garrison were
in Campbellsville early the following morn-
ing and again found officers of that town
eager to cooperate with them in solving the
murder of Lillian Lamme. All morning
they talked with friends and business ac-
quaintances of Allen and Barney and by
noon they were ready to return to Lebanon
with important information. On Friday,
when Allen swore he was in a barber
shop and his three .45s were stolen, he
was in reality engaged in a poker game that
lasted all day and far into the night. He
had, at no time that day, been in the
barber shop.

And on Saturday morning, March 8th,
he had tried to sell his automatics to at
least two men of good standing, claiming
he needed the money for his coming court
trial.

Elated, the officers told Chelf what they
had uncovered, only to have the attorney
throw cold water on their hopes.

“That death gun must be found,” Chelf
stated flatly. “If Allen and Barney stiek
to their stories we haven’t a chance.”

wi i I i i i i a i

“Then,” said Hourigan,
change his story.”

“Why?”

“Because we'll tell him the exact truth
about those guns of Allen’s. We can push
it home to him that if he continues to
shield his companion he will have to share
the guilt. It’s my honest belief that Barney
is afraid of Allen and that when he knows
what we've got he’ll crack.”

The sheriff was right. Faced with the
facts in the officers’ possession Barney
made a full confession.

He had really been drunk, he said, but
not so far gone that he couldn’t remember
all that happened.

In the tavern he and Allen had talked
with Lillian and she remarked that the
person she was supposed to meet must have
missed his bus so she might as well go
home. Allen then said he and Barney
were going to Campbellsville and that she
could ride with them. ~

She agreed, but asked them to go on
and she would join them in a few minutes.
“Guess she didn’t want anybody to see her
leaving the tavern with two guys,:one of
them drunk,” Barney said, ‘smiling wryly.

They waited outside for her and when
she joined them they started home, so
Barney believed. But half a mile from the
tavern Barney became ill at his stomach,
so Allen turned off the highway and drove
down Lovers’ Lane.

Barney alighted, went a few yards from
the car and remained away for several
minutes. Returning he found Allen chok-
ing the woman. Then he pushed her out,
grabbed his gun and shot her four times.

“I was afraid to say anything,” Barney
concluded his confession. “He threatened
to kill me if I opened my mouth and he’d
do it, too. So I decided to say I was too

“Barney will

.drunk to remember anything. The rest is

true. He did run into a ditch and we had
to thumb a ride home.”

Asked about the death gun, the young
man replied that there were two. identical
.45 automatics. After the car was wrecked,
Allen buried one of them beside the road,
presumably the one used to kill Mrs.

Lamme. Two hours later, when it began
to look as if they were stranded for the
night, the gun was dug up and carried to
the home of a relative of Allen’s.

A few hours later the officers located the
spot beside the road where a gun had
been buried and, with some difficulty,
learned that a relative of Allen’s lived in
the vicinity. It took only a short while to
convince this person that he was only
making trouble for himself by withholding
evidence and to learn that the man had
driven some distance from his home and
tossed the lethal gun into a small pond.

A half hour was required to recover this
weapon and tests proved it was the auto-
matic that had fired the four bullets into
the body of Lillian Lamme.

Confronted with this evidence, Allen told
a childish story. He admitted killing Mrs.
Lamme but claimed that she had first tried
to kill him. He said that while Barney
was out of the car he had tried to make
love to her and that angered, she had
seized his automatic and tried to shoot
him, so in self-defense he had killed her.

He said he didn’t know what had become
of the gun she had seized; that he thought
it had fallen from the car when he pushed
her out.

On May 12th, 1941, he repeated this un-
believable story to a jury in Marion County
Courthouse, in Lebanon. After hearing
Barney’s version and the stories told by
Hourigan and Garrison, the twelve men
returned a verdict of guilty of murder in
the first degree and fixed the sentence at
life imprisonment. Allen made no appeal
but began serving his time immediately. No
charge was made against Pete Barney.

Epitor’s Note

The names Jed Bream, Ed Pritchard,
Jim Barrett and Pete Barney, as used in
this story, are fictitious and have been
given to innocent persons to protect
their identities. A picture of the per-
petrator, Talbott Allen, appears on page
86.

THE “ANTICIPATED WIFE” AND THE REVENGEFUL LOVER

(Continued from page 21) time was that?”

“I should say around 2:40.”

“Good,” Taylor declared. That placed
Miss Girton’s caller on the scene at about
the time of the murder. “Do you know
anything about this man?” the detective
asked quickly.

The student nodded. “One evening ¢his
week—I believe it was Tuesday, just before
dinner—I had a short talk with Miss Girton
here in the living room. She told me a few
things about him.”

“What did she say?”

“She told me how she had first met him,
and that he had been in Fort Wayne only
two or three months.”

“Did she mention his name?”

Miller paused to relight his pipe.
brow was furrowed in deep thought.

“She called him by his first name when
he went to her room last night. As I re-
member, it was Leland.”

“Leland Batey,” Taylor completed. “Alice
wrote about him in her diary.”

“He’s been calling on her for several
nights,” Miller continued. “It was always
the same man.”

“Do you have any idea where he lives?”

“Not the slightest,” Miller declared.

“Well at any rate, we’ve got something to
work on,” Taylor commented. “I may call
on you later for further information.”

At his desk once more, Captain Taylor
P began the task of locating Batey. He had

His

a fairly good description of the man. He
also knew that he had met Alice in a Berry
Street café. Perhaps he was a frequenter
of restaurants or dance halls in that neigh-
borhood. From a city directory the offi-
cer obtained::a list of such places and
handed it to his two sergeants.

Mrs. Kelly had told Taylor that Alice,
befare she had taken lodgings with her,
had resided at the Women’s Christian
Temperance Union Home. The detective
found that the home was located at 424
Berry Street.. Perhaps the café where she
had first met Batey was near there.

With instructions to search the entire
neighborhood, the district around the
WCTU Home in particular, Taylor sent
Smith and Kammeyer to look for the fur-
nace repairman,

Shortly before noon, Coroner Kruse
telephoned the captain to tell him the
autopsy had revealed that Alice May Gir-
ton had been criminally assaulted before
she was murdered. The theory that the
girl had been killed before the silk gar-
ment had been stuffed in her mouth was
substantiated.

An hour later, Sergeant Smith reported
that he and Kammeyer had a line on
Batey. The latter was known in the Berry
Street neighborhood and had been seen
that morning.

An hour later the detectives had their
man, and immediately they drove him to

ae iti ae ee

police headquarters for questioning.

Batey was a young man with thick hair,
a stubborn mouth and eyes that looked out
from beneath lowered eyelids.

Taylor pointed to a chair across the desk
from him, and the young man, after a
moment’s hesitation, sat down. He kept
biting his lower lip, and his face had
turned pale.

He gave his full name as Leland Batey,
and his age as eighteen. His home, he said,
was located at Riga, Michigan.

“You know a girl named Alice May Gir-
ton, don’t you?”

Batey hesitated.
“Why?”

“Never mind,” Taylor replied.
answer the questions.

“Yes,” he said, finally.

“Just
Where did you meet

her?”

“In a café on Berry Street.”

“When?”

“Last week,” Batey said. “I think it was
Tuesday.”

“Tell me about it,” Taylor said.

“Well, I was sitting with a couple of
friends, and this girl came in. I went over
to her table and sat down and started talk-
ing to her. We danced a little, and I took
her home.”

“Where was she living?”

“At the WCTU Home. We both lived in
the same neighborhood.”

“When did you see her next?”
asked.

Taylor

“T saw her Frid
new place.”

“Mrs. Kelly’s on

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“You took her }

“Yes.”

“Did

“No.”

“When did you

“IT had a date
Tuesday nights. |
Monday, and on
movie.”

“What about W:

“You mean last
quired.

“Yes, last night

“I called at her
and the landlady
that I didn’t fee!
stayed in all even

“What time did

Batey hesitated
at last.

“You don’t kno

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But not much aft

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demanded. “You
three hours after

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sure it couldn't
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Taylor declared.
have a witness the
2:40. He saw you
at that time.”

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Then he turned ¢

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phone, and ask hi

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resumed his quest

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eyebrows. “We !
was only in fun.’

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tally.

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me what this is

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a quick glance ar
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Sergeant Kam:

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think I killed he
ened voice.

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young man. Ser
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kill her”; and he
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asked.
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smother her.”
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killer had used the
Alice to death and
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‘ into her mouth.’ In
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urviving. The pillow
the absence of strug-

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and the toxicologist
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most part, it was
trivia. Then, as he
entries, he found a
orded the fact that
dates with a young
Batey. They had
er and occasionally
mes they had had

liary, she had met
1 Berry Street. She

had gone there alone, and Batey; stop-

~ping at her table, had started talking to

her. Pleased with his looks and manner,
she had agreed to see him again.

Alice had described her new acquain-
tance as good-looking and quite dark
complexioned. He was a furnace mender
and apparently worked for a’ local con-
tractor.

There was nothing in the diary to
indicate that the girl feared anyone or
had any foreknowledge of danger.

Taylor dropped the journal into his
coat pocket and went downstairs. Sev-
eral uniformed men had arrived, and he
sent one up to guard the room. The
others, he stationed about the house.

Detective Sergeants Horace Smith and~

Martin Kammeyer, the captain’s regular
assistants, began a systematic séarch of
the house for possible clues.

Taylor then turned his attention to the
two male lodgers. He found them ‘wait-
ing for him in the living room: Mrs.
Kelly made the introductions.

Landlady of boardinghouse (above) told police
young man had visited the girl several times

One was a young man named Adrian

- Millers He wore steel-rimmed glasses,

had a high forehead that gaye his face an
intelligent cast, and wore a zipper jacket.
He sat.in a lounge chair, smoking a pipe.
Mrs. Kelly informed the detective that
Miller was an engineering freshman at
the Indiana Technical College located
in Fort Wayne.

_ Across the room, on a divan, was a
thin little man in his middle forties. He
was Charles Wright, who worked as an
accountant in a lumber yard on the
South Side.

Without mentioning any details of the
crime, Taylor told. the men that Alice
Girton had: been'murdered sometime
during the previous night. The detective
wanted to know—particularly when he
learned that both men slept on thé sec-
ond floor—whether they had heard or
seen anything ‘that they might consider
- suspicious. ~ bi '

Wright said he had retired early and

‘slept soundly throughout the _ night.

(Right) “| think | can help you,” man (left
with officer) told police working on cesé ./

The student, Adrian Miller, straight-
ened up in his chair and cleared his
throat. “I think I can help you, Mr.
Taylor,” he said.

“Go ahead,” the captain prompted.

“My room isn’t far from Miss Gir-
ton’s,” Miller began. “One can hear
sounds. Last night, at about 8 o’clock,
a young man called on Alice. I.saw him
when he passed my open door. He was
a large chap, with dark hair and droop-
ing eyelids.”

Taylor nodded. Mrs. Kelly had given
a similar description of the girl’s visitor.

“He stayed with Miss Girton all eve-
ning,” Miller continued. “He was still
there when I turned in at about 1 o’clock.
I slept for a time. Later, I woke up and
saw him leave. You see, I keep my door
open for ventilation.”

“You’re sure it was the same dark-
haired fellow you saw leave?” Taylor
asked.

* “Positive.”
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was a dangerous man,’’ Adrian Miller
said. ‘‘She paid no attention to me.

‘*Then last night, he called again. I
could see them laughing and talking
through the open door, You have no idea
what bitter, raging thoughts passed
through my brain. She had turned me
down, an intelligent man, for this — this
transient.

“I determined to take vengeance on
them both. As the hour grew late, I

' planned my course of action. The

moment he left, I would go'to her and
give her a last chance to show affection

. for me. If that failed, I would kill her,

and Benjamin Morse would be blamed.

‘*You see, the others in the house knew
that he would be calling, but I would be
the only one to say when he actually had
gone. I knew the others would all be
asleep.

‘‘Benjamin Morse finally left. It was
about 2 o’clock. I went to Alice’s door
and knocked. She opened it a little. She
said, ‘What do you want? It’s late.’

‘*That didn’t stop me. I shoved the
door open and went inside. She backed
away from me. She looked frightened.
Perhaps she saw the intention written on
my face. /

“I said, ‘I want a showdown. I love
you, and this other guy doesn’t. I want
a showdown: ’

‘“She curled her lip and with contempt
in her voice ordered, ‘Get out of here!’

‘‘Alice wore a pair of thin silk pajamas.
She looked so frail and scared'and lovely.

‘I reached out and grabbed the pajama
coat. Alice pulled away and the garment
came loose from her body. I shoved her
backward quickly and she fell onto the
bed. In the struggle the rest of her
pajamas came off. She lay there, ter-
rified ... and stark naked!

I lost control then. I guess I went
insane. Before she could utter a cry, I
clasped my hand over her mouth. Then
I grabbed a pillow and held it over her
face. She struggled a little, but soon grew
quiet. 1 took the pillow away.

**Her body was on the edge of the bed.
Her head rolled a little. It startled me.
I wasn’t sure she was dead. I grabbed
the first thing that came to my hand and
stuffed it into her mouth. Then I saw it
was a silk garment of hers.

‘Inserting the gag moved the body a
little. Slowly, it began to slide off the bed.
I was overcome with momentary horror
and let it fall. The noise it made frightened
me. I wondered if anyone in the house
had heard it. It might incriminate me.

‘““That’s why I said in my letter that
I had heard a noise in her quarters before
Benjamin Morse had left. If anyone else
mentioned it, | would be on the safe
side.

Adrian Miller refused to discuss the
criminal assault. Later, he insisted that
he couldn’t remember this, that his mind

blanked out during those moments while
he forced himself on the young girl. He
confessed the murder, but he showed
extreme sensitivity aboutebeing called a
rapist.

Investigation showed that quick-witted °
Adrian Miller was a man with a checkered
background. He had left his home in
Racine, Wisconsin, when he was 19, and
had sailed all over the world aboard tramp
steamers. In Philadelphia, he had shot
and killed a man because, he told police,
he had found the man looting the cap-
tain’s stateroom. He-declared he had
thrown the body in the harbor. It was
never recovered, and he was never pro-
secuted.

Adrian Miller said he had relied on his
reputation as an intelligent college stu-
dent, contrasted with Benjamin Morse’s
lack of status, to carry him through the
ordeal of the murder investigation. He
had planned to help the police, attributing
to Benjamin Morse the very motives that
had been his own, and so escape the con-
sequences of his deed by presenting the
authorities with an ideal suspect.

“‘T guess I must have made a mistake
somewhere,”’ he told Captain Taylor.

“‘Well,’’ said the detective chief, ‘‘you
were right about psychology being the
key to this case. Your trouble was that
you didn’t apply your psychology to

yourself. You made your role of helper
too.obvious. —

‘I was convinced that Benjamin Morse
was the man until you sent me that three-
page letter. Then I began to wonder. You
seemed just a bit too eager to incriminate
someone else. I thought about this, and
I recalled that your room was.right near
Alice’s and that you seemed to know a
lot about her affairs. Applying a little
psychology to the situation myself, I
reasoned that it might be you, not Benja-
min Morse, who was jealous; you, not
Benjamin Morse, who did the killing.

“‘T still just considered this as a possi-
bility, I wasn’t: very deeply convinced
about it until you made that night trip
to my office while 1 was questioning Ben-
jamin Morse. That was just too obvious.
You were far too anxious, and I asked
myself why? That’s when I decided to
see if I could trap you. And when you
jumped at the suggestion of the pillow
and told me exactly how Alice had been
killed, then I knew that you, and not the
furnace mender, were the guilty man.”’

Benjamin Morse, completely exoner-
ated, was quickly released by the police,
but Adrian Miller went on trial for the
murder of Alice May Girton. He was con-
victed of first-degree murder, and on
August 16, 1939, he died in the electric
chair in Indiana State Prison. #

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PEARS TO BE |
NTAL BURDEN
ING DEATH RAP

&

O COMMENT TODAY—
LS IN CELL TODAY.

LING IS CHANGED

{e Killed His Uncle About a
ot His Aunt to Death—
nd, March 2nd.

ced in the Blackford circuit
in the electric chair at the
larch 2nd, for the crime of
attempting robbery, ap-
ate, and willing to let events

— pronounced, young
a better frame of

LOCAL KWiEN TO
SEEK PAROLES
STATE PRISON

AUGHIN ABSHTIRE, ROSCOE
BOWMAN AND CITRIS GOS-
NILL HAVE PETITIONS.

0 BE HEARD DI D DECEMBER

hrole Officer Visits City. * In-
yestigate Public Sentiment
Against Men.

Pros pris-

Georee Brady, of

h parole officer, was in’ Hartford
ty, Thursday and Friday, investi-
ting court records pertaining to
e cases of Vaughn. Abshire and
escoe Bowman, sentenced from
e Blackford circuit court, Novem-
r. 9th, 1929, for holding: up and
bbing. the Adelphia Gardens.
The parole officer was also in-.
Stigating records pertaining ‘to,
e case of Chris Gosnell, sen-*
need September 14th. 1931, on the
arg: of. aidin: the robbery o1

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DNCILED TO HIS DEATH |

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DOOMED SLAYER AND HIS VICTIMS ». chet

The above pictures are those of John E. Moore, 29- year-old murderer, and his two victims, Mr. and Mrs.
Charles A. (Bret) Moore, his uncle and aunt, who were slain last Friday night at their farm home northeast.
of this city. The picture of Moore presents an interesting character study. He has been sentenced fo die in
the. electric chair on March 2nd, next. The slayer is the Picture at the right.

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INDIANA RAILROAD
OVER THANKSGIVING) °

The ‘Indiane Railroad company
has_placed on~sale the Thanks-4
giving Excursion ‘tickets;” effective |>
Friday. These tickets are avail-
able November 18th to the 25th, in-
clusive, with a final return limit
to Hartford City on all ° trains

night, November 27th’.
The rates will be one-half the

reaching this city ced to a ;

Legion Will Continue Its Fight _

cor Veteran Relief Legislation |
by Battling Untrue Propaganda
LOW RATES GIVEN

so- CALLED NATIONAL ECON-
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ADDRESS pina sats

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FIFTH DISTRICT MEET =
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tala and" “Auxiliaxy Sammons
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“That > the gr - ‘Ledion dur-

-ing the current year, will continue
its congressional legislative © pro-

regular one-way fare, for the

round trip..." :
Week-end © tickets’ which rates

are the one way fare plus ten:

cents, for the round trip, are now
on sale at an earlier hour Friday.

on sale until noon, Friday, but;
starting Friday, November 18th, /

by Giray, former clerk at the
Blake preser;
Petitions wo tt

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they will be good on the 11:04 aam.,/
(southbound) and the |

and will be sold on these cars un-i
notice. j
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heen held up due to the heavy H
‘end pre ronnin:

net

gram for the relief of disabled vet-
erans, war orphans and war wid-
ows, was the assurance given Leg-

‘est ‘opponents .on this

ionnaire ‘veterans and Auxiliary !

| members ° of the Fifth District, in ;
Heretofore, these tickets were not; an address delivered here ‘Thursday { who were crowned.

With the exception of three! ae

evening. * ; \

Attorney Wiecking spoke before |
a district bape og meeting, held,
in the W. hall. It was one,

district assembly, and proved high- |
ly entertaining. The banquet was |
followed by individual meetings 0!

the Lerionnaires end Ag: diary |

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FIGHTIN’ AIRDALES -
_ WILL PLAY WINAMAC
ON FRIDAY EVENING

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" Coach fea B. ‘Good and Paul
Cly, assistant coach, left this city
at 2° o'clock Friday afternoon,
with ‘twelve members of the varsity
team. for Winamac, where the Air-
dales will meet one. of their hard-!
season’s
schedule..The team made the trip
ina special chartered bus, trom

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state
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players, who graduated, the Wins-;

mac team will have about the same | re

(northbound) 4rains, | of the piel ‘attractions of the! line-up Friday evening as thev had Bi

in the state meet.
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fans should call 331 or Jou,

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The snow. storm of last Tuesday
night and Wednesday morning, re-
Called to many Hartford City peo-4 .
ple “Indiana’s worst snow storm in

1918." This storm occurred on the
afternoon of Friday, January 11th,
1918, when the temperature fell to

* twenty degrees below zero. The |
following clipping is taken’ from
the files of The News published
on pyc 12th, 1918, Aes ¥ of

Sit a ech Your ns M an Recon G

Parts Friday afternoon, coming out {
of the southwest, grew in severity +
until it reached the Proportions
of a Montana blizzard. .The mer-
cury began falling later in the eve-
ning and shifts of snow were ac-;
companied by a wind of great ve-
locity’ which grew in force after
midnight. From 4 until 7 o'clock,
thermometers showed ’a gradual.
decline until the sun’ rays com j
pelled the reluctant mercury in the!
weather indicators to’. move up.

YOUNG SLAYER APPEARS 70 BE
RELIEVED OF MENTAL BURDEN
~ARTER RECEIVING DEATH RAP

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The wind drove the snow and cold | JOHN E. MOORE, 29, Is RECONCILED TO HIS DEATH.

into every crack and crevice, freez- ;
ing water’ pipes and making some
heating plants look like machines | :
in an ice plant. Ae hate 2
“Those better constructed were

tested to their capacity and the |
man with a stove had to put a}

gona ity 6 etove ‘had 0 pat 2 ONE VERSION OF KILLING IS CHANGED
flames, until he filled the fire box

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fathy SUA agtkane Bal te mere Fells Alone Robért Bonham He Killed His Uncle About a

it. By 10 o'clock, there was little] . Half Hour After He Had Shot His Aunt to Death—

improvement. Man rsons were }*:
pe John Motesth, coal ad-] |.” Is Anxious for the End, March 2nd.

ministrator, to provide them with t Ae
~conl and he put in the morning! .

with every otters, to relieve the suf-;
fering. iy

SENTENCE AND MAKES NO COMMENT TODAY—
nest te See HARDY MEALS IN CELL TODAY:

John crn Moore, sentenced in the Blackford circuit
court Thursday evening, to die in the electric chair at the
Michigan City state- prison on March 2nd, for the crime of
killing his aunt and uncle while ghemptas robbery, ap-
péared Friday, reconciled to his fate, and willing to let events
take their course.

After hearing his death: sentence pronounced, young
Moore appeared relieved and in a better frame of

‘ _~O-H-T_ .

Judge C. W. Mount, of Tipton,
was one of the distinguished guests
attending the Rifth District meet-
ing of the American Legion, held
in this city, Thursday evening.
During the past six years, Judge
Mount has missed but one district
meeting of the Leeion, in which
Tipton is located. He is a former
district commander .of the old
Ninth Congressional district. Dur-
ing his brief* visit here, Judge
Mount was one of the hundreds
attracted .to the Blackford circuit

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society. But when a judge—who
is only human—takes the oath of
office to uphold the laws of ithe
state, he is compelled to do the
things that the laws set out. -The
judge is not the man who made

mind than at any time since his
arrest. He requested -that Rev.
Edward Boney, pastor of the St. LOC! iL MEN 10
John's Catholic church, be called
to the jail. The pastor went to his
cell with him. The topic of their 4 I
conversation, presumably relating K
court room; where .John Edwarajto the death sentence, was not an-, j
Moore, confessed murderer, was! Ounced.
sentenced to die. Judge Mount] After Rev. Boney had left the +E pb
stated that he has never been/{Jall, Moore requested Sheriff Ira
compelled during his administra- Mannix to turn out the lights near dha mites |
tion in Tipton to pass the death! his cell door so that he might get VAUGHN ABSHIRE, ROSCOE!
penalty on any prisoner. However.|]® “800d night’s rest.” Aside from | V : Si mms j
he stated he had sentenced two|@ few attacks: of coughing, the BOWMAN AND CHRIS GOS-
bank robbers to life imprisonment.| Prisoner slept well, it was . said, NELL HAVE PETITIONS.
“It is no easy task,” Judge|42nd appeared somewhat. refreshed
Mount asserted. “to look a man in|Friday. He ate a hearty breakfast
the eye ond tell him that he must /#0d a hearty dinner. But he had TO BE HEARD DECEMBER
z0 to prison to spend the remain-| not talked much with his jailors
about his sentence: ~;>’ is “an
. New Version |.» gad g taheohe Officer Visits ‘City. i In-|
_ Before being taken before Judge vestigate Public Sentiment -
Ethan Secrest Thursday night, toj- Against Men.
enter his plea, young Moore was4 : fa a dab
advised as to his constitutional ; gs ; 2... :
'rights, and was warned by Attor- George Brady, of bash, ue

the laws. He is guided in his de-i ney Robert Bonham, who. was ap-j on parole officer, was in’ Hartford
cisions by them." y+) < pointed by the court, that a plea4 City, Thursday and Friday, investi-
—O-H-T—: .4- ‘ of guilty to the indictment, as it } gating court records: pertaining to

George _ Newbauer.° and. Ross was drawn, would mean his death.? the cases of Vaughn. Abshire and

Daugherty returned home Thurs-
dav’ evening from Huntingsburg,
Ind., where they have béen visit-;
ing Fred Stimson, well khown for- ;
mer local resident and enjoyed a

“I want to plead guilty and get | Roscoe Bowman, sentenced from
‘it over with. I don’t want to.be] the Blackford circuit court, Novem-
‘here long,” Moore is Said to have | ber. 9th, 1929, for holding up and
‘replied to Attorney Bonham. : robbing. the Adelphia Gardens.’

ile

The above pictures are thi
Charles A. (Bret) Moore, his
of this city. The picture of
the. electric chair on March 2

Legion WV
for Vete
by Batel

LOW RATES GIVEN -
INDIANA RAILRO/
OVER THANKSGI

‘The Indiana Railroad co
ihas placed onsale the
| giving _ Excursion tickets” eff
Friday. These tickets are
able November 18th to the 25t
clusive, with a final return

to Hartford City on all :¢
reaching this city prior. to
night, November 27th. ey

round trip.) > =! nf
Week-end~ fishes which’
are the one way fare plus

Attorney Bonham first asked] The parole officer was also in-
the south about himself to ac-] vestigating. records pertaining to,

few days hunting. The local men
reported several large catches of

jquaint him with the fact that he| the case of Chris Gosnell, sen-\

quail. Mr. Daugherty and Mr.) 70 friendly. The youth told him | tenced September ith, 1931, on the |

Newbauer have enjoyed an panei ithe numes of his first and last | charge of aicing In tie robbery Ol |

aj j r r Dy . : lor a

ai hunt. at Huntinesburg forthe j ouoo) icacher, adding that he} Lew Gray, forme: cicrk at the!
St few years as the gp Pag fraduaied from. the | Virginia,; Henry Blake grocery.

". Stimson. Mr. and Mre. Stim- Nish school. He told the} The petitions o: these three men, |

son and family are very well. by w ot My: father and brother) S¢King paroles oy perdons from }

‘continued op vage fort) and. gave their street addvesceg{{) .borre of vrison trustees. will!

¥ Bo eat e otpen rine ut the De-;

Te FLT. hy APT PRsat oe punters, De Wkewies gaye i yas a Aeoring att » De

! | Hoosierland

cents, for the round trip, are
on sale at an earlier hour’
Heretofore, these tickets were
on sale until noon, Priday,
Starting Friday, November
! they will be good on the 11:04
(southbound) and
11:13) am., (northbound) 4r
and will be Sold on these cars
tih further notice.

The Indiana Railroad cars
met heonm held up de. to the p


hth District me

can Legion, }

tee

f ol

@'

Moekbe + un

take theit | course.

dane

BRE yg Syst Fe bab bbdgg BU AN De vane,

_

{
{
j

in this ety, Thursday even After hearing his death sent pronounced, young PS tes May pices
Pn yy tt a a rles rety Nie
ct \ an dalaeed tran toe dee} meme: appented *relieved ond: iG ‘better ‘frame of fy’ Sty tua an
waretiswe a nem Legion, in which mind than at any time since his i the. electric nr on
Tipton is located. He is a former Strest.. He requested that Rev. | k is
ditrict commander of the old Pn aa eat op meat

Ninth Congressional district. Dur- {908M Catholic church, be calle = pelea
ing his brief- visit here, Judge| % the jail. The pastor went to his CBior
Mount was one of the hundreds {Ce with him. ene topic of their SEEK PAROLES ,
attracted to the Blackford circuit conversation, presumably relating “SF

court room, where John Edward
Moore, confessed. murderer, was
sentenced co die. Judge Mount
stated that he has never been
compelled during his administra-
tion in Tipton to. pass the death
Penalty on any prisoner. However.
he stated he had sentenced two
bank robbers to life imprisonment.
“It is no easy task,” Judge
Mount asserted. “to look a man in
the eye and tell him that he must
go to prison to spend the remain-
, der of his life away from organized
“society. But when a fudge—who
is only human—takes the oath of
office to uphold the laws of the
*. state, he is compelled to do the
things that the laws set out.. The
judge is not the man who made
the laws. He is guided in his de-
cisions by them.” tlt
—O-H-T—
Newbauer

¥

eA ee te genet gee tion =

c¢

Bs Be:

OR Yor

~ pase ie

ee and. Ross
Daugherty returned home Thurs-
day’ evening from Huntingsburg,
Ind., where. they have béen visit-
ing Fred Stimson, well ktiown. for-
mer ‘local resident and enjoved.a
few days hunting. The local. men
~ reported Pests ge large catches of
¥ quail. Daugherty .and Mr.
phe BEE ag ace enjoyed am, annual
quail hunt at Huntinesburg’ for the
past few years as the guests of
Mr. Stimson. Mr. and Mrs: Stim-
son and family are very.. well, .by
(continued op vage four) . .

-_ BANK GRANT
~ LETTERS HERE
MOORE ESTATE

— — ~~ —

4
9
4
a

FIRST NATIONAL BANK HERE
: GRANTED LETTERS OF
ADMINISTRATION...

& ve

en a

BONDS ARE FILED. HERE

Brother, Listea” as ‘Heir’ ‘is Father
: of Youth Who Committed —
es Murders. ;

AYES

‘

Letters of. edminidtraticn were
issued the First National bank, of
this city, Friday morning, in the
Blackford circuit court, in the es-
tates of Charles A. (Bert) Moore
and his wife, Violet Ann Moore,
who were kiled last Friday -o
by their nephew. | ..., xe
- The applications for letters “were
filed by Attorney L. F! Sprague.
The estate of Mrs. Moore is list-
ed at a value of $1,000 worth of
-. personal property. The heirs are
y> listed as Guy H.- Fousher and
»* Rhetta V._ Rosebrook, nf Grand
Rapids, Miche 3? 3.44 ay
wy Whe estate of C.: A. ‘Moore is
valued in the application.‘at $2,000
personal property and $5,000 real
estate. The heirs listed are Edith
Neil, Portland;
} «Continued on page four)

ii we

land occupations.’ He likewise gave

-Of guilty to the indictment, as it

‘here Jong,” Moore is “said to have
‘replied to Attorney Bonham.

|

Mary Hummer,:antee the delivery of the mail+
i without interruption.

{ule of the carriers under the ad-

to the death sentence, was not an-
nounced. pices iy
After Rev. Boney had left the
jail, Moore requested Sheriff Ira
Mannix to turn out the lights near
his cell door so that he might get
a “good night’s rest.” Aside from
a few attacks: of coughing, the
prisoner slept well, it was gaid,
and appeared somewhat refreshed
Friday. He ate a hearty breakfast
and a hearty dinner. But he had
not talked much with his Jators
about his sentence.
igguwtps th, New Version _ rey
Before’ ‘Delig- taken before False
Ethan Secrest Thursday night, to
enter his plea, young Moore was
advised as to his constitutional
rights, and was warned by Attor-
ney Robert Bonham, who was ap-
pointed by the court, that a plea’

. a ot

was drawn, would mean his death.

oe 1 want to plead guilty and get
it over with. I don’t want to be

Attorney. Bonham. first asked
the youth about: himself to ac
quaint him with the fact that’ he
was friendly. The youth told: him
the ‘names of. his first and ldst

school. teacher; adding that he
graduated --from | the: Virginia,
Minn., high school. He told ‘thet

name of his father and brother
and gave their street addresses

the names of two sisters-and their
Street addresses.

After these details, ‘attorney
Bonham asked him about the slay-
ings of his uncle and aunt. The
youth’s story was similar in de-
tail to the confession he previously
made -to. other officers, excepting
that. part pertaining to the actual
slaying.

He told Attorney Bonham, ‘in
the presence of Sheriff Ira Mannix
and Deputy Ralph Cline, that he
went into the home while ~ his

(Continued on page,four)

RURAT MAIL PATRONS
URGED AID CARRIERS
BY CLEARING PATHS

Pp. q Hawthorne, ° peeaiareae
has appealed to every rural mail
patron to co-operate in clearing
the snow banks from the drive

way to their mail boxes which will}

permit nearer the regular sched-

verse..condition, to be carried on.
Due to the heavy. unusual snow-
fall of the past few days it. has
been impossible for the rural car-
riers of the local post __ office fo
cover their entire routes” “°°"
In many instances in the flat

few days the carriers have waded |>

through to the mail ‘boxes under
undue hardships, where’ the drive
wavs had not been cleared. *
The rural carriers feel that all
rural patrons will-co-operate im-
mediately in clearing each. drive
way, the result which wlil guar- |

Ree)

"Hundreds Pay Final Tribute to |
: Murder Victims During Funeral

“The Friends Church ot Penn-
‘ville, a red brick structure, located
on the main’ street of the hamlet,
was the meeting place of more
than three hundred friends and
relatives of Mr. and Mrs. Charles A.
(Bert) Moore: who gathered there

attend the lust sites for

at 2 o'cleck Thursday afternoon to! of the Rev. Grant
the twot

murder victims, who were > slain in
Friday evening at their farm home,
east Of the city, by their nephew,
John Edward Moore.”

The funeral, pos Soned from
Wednesday afterrioon on account
of snowpbund roads, was in charge
‘Whitneck, of

{the Westville State bank,

STATE PRISON

VAUGHN ‘ABSHIRE, ROSCOE
BOWMAN AND CHRIS GOS-
NELL HAVE PETITIONS.

TO BE HEARD DECEMBER

Parole Officer Visits City. to, In-|

os.

a vestigate Public Sentiment
> pacer? Men.

ek,

George Brady, of Wabash, pris-
on parole officer, was in: Hartford
City, Thursday and Friday, investi-
gating court records pertaining to
the cases, of Vaughn Abshire and
Roscoe . Bowman,
the Blackford circuit court,. Novem-
ber. 9th, 1929; for holding up and
robbing. thé Adelphia Gardens.
‘The parole officer was also in-
veStigating “records pertaining to
the case of Chris. Gosnell,
tenced September 14th, 1931, on the
charge of-aiding in the robbery o1
Lew. Gray,-former clerk at
Henry Blake grocery: <-> *-

xi

tséeking paroles or pardons from
the board of prison trustees, will
come up for a hearing at the De-
cémber meeting of prison trustees.

:-Mr. Brady is investigating pub-
lic:sentiment here relative to these
petitions. .;

Gosnell was given a flat sentence
of ten years for his alleged part in
the robbery of the store clerk.,
Several others were involved in this
crime and were sentenced to prison.

According to Mr. Brady, Abshire
and Bowman have been model:
.Continued on page four)

QUICK ACTION
BANK OFFICER
SPREADS ALARII

HOLDUP oF WESTVILLE STATE
. BANK FAILS WHEN TEAR
! GAS IS USED.

mt Aes

PRESIDENT IT GUN TARGET

naciae” Alacn Sounded and Ban-
~ . dits Leave Bank Hurriedly
rh Without Cash, ©

Oa —

_ LaPorte,’ ind., Nov. © 18.—(U.P)—

Quick thinking by President L. R.
Cass today thwarted a hold-up of
twelve
miles southwset of here in LaPorte
county. ay

The bandits “escaped without
loot, after firing two shots at the

“ee

-|president, both of which went
wild... (20s ¢ :
Cass. and John © Recktenwall,

cashier,” were alone in the bank
when. two: bandits entered. .

One of the gunmen' jumped over
the counter and headed. for the
vault. As he did so, Cass pushed
a button, releasing a flood of tear
gas. and then stepped on another
button which sounded. the burglar
alarm. Frightened by the clang-
ing of bells, the bandit outside the
cage fired twice at the president.

Meanwhile the other bandit tug-
ged furiously at a cush drawer.

(Continued on page four)

(Continued on pave four)

sentenced from |

sen-"

the!

’ The petitions of these’ three men,

for V
by B:

‘LOW RATES GI
INDIANA Rf
OVER THA)

er

The Indiana Rail
has placed on sale
giving Excursion tic
Friday. These tick:
able November 18th t
clusive, with a fina
to Hartford City o
| reaching this city
j night, November 27}
| The rates will be
reguiar one-way = f¢
round trip.

Week-end tickets.
are the one way fa
cents, for the round
on sale at an earlie}
Heretofore, these tic
on sale until noon,
Starting Friday, Nod
they will be good on
| Hoosierland ‘southbo
11:13. a.m., (northb
; and will be sold on }
til further notice.

The Indiana Railr
not been held up du
snow fall and are
regular schedule tim

DETAILED
MOORET
AND UNC

Youthful Slayer
First Confes
fies Many Pq

|
|
|

Although John E
the 29-year-old mu

uncle and aunt, {
Charles A. (Bert)
; Made a signed con
| crime, he was questi
length regarding the
and facts surroundi)
| killing by Prosecut
Emshvwiller.
At Virginia, he
signed statement t
authorities that he ]
ledge of the murders
was not guilty of
sion. - :
Tuesday, however,
tioned more closely

Confesse
Been T:

A confessed murde
with his thoughts, in }
local jail, Thursday
the bodies of his vict
ried to their last rest
his terror-stricken mi
funeral cortege along
snowbound roads to
church near Pennville
of friends gathered t
respects. Cold bis
ry Film inaldio “the ‘Bs
iwitress the ang
iwho n

none
jown


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EL “REPUBLICAN

was found gully CS cat

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ae erence hPerusy Ivania PEEeS os
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‘Comes. now he “State of ‘Indiana by Suan as

attorney of Marion county, and William wey

of Hancock ecounty », and cones also. ‘the: ‘asrensank Richard tres

Oide :

“defendant, ‘Richara Perkins,

“provides thats

“death. | And tnatesesticne: is asked if he

(fo phow why juagnent should a not be agrees

co


EXCHRPT fwom Greenfield Daily Reporter. Meron. ,y° 1932

The witness related for the attorney the story of his life. He
never knew his parents he testified. de then testified as to
different cities he had worked and lived and to his service in the
World War.

4
@eeeeceee Bit crag
‘

The two lengthy items in the paper, one on the day the jury
tfeturned a verdict and another on the day of the sentencing,, do
not include biographical material, beyona the excerpt above.

“a
War. + TH\ar.114; VA32-
e*eee#eeee#¢® :

“iuce the defendant was from Indianapolis, more might have been
Carried there. We do not, however, have backiissues.

a


a

my Beha tesa ie, .
sufficient

o ‘cause death.
tyes
et

proceeding:
ea meas eke
“which jw overrule

i Me:
Le

with theldourt baad as
rele ee Sete % F
fe the oe CO asa

Pps.

eee

reporter to preyare the transcrip a

Eas

3 . e Court fell ea only fai re

sine tne Hancock ‘ircuit. i h
CRE RC TION, pe ea

osiu

¥

nin the ar


Dp two, hours, earl t, and told
{ Pot to prepare him apy brenk~
{would not want it)” He feil,

, and slept soundly
| o’clock, when ‘he awoke and
three attendants| who had
during the night) Ile ‘re
unk for nearly an hour when
drexsedt ae went Fh
morning ra, which were
he read iuornsanetw ly, dwell-
siven of hijscase, At

» Who |peshed and’ strugs
bficers kept them
(All along the

en children ine

VY untjl aboat-’
talked with: t
been on: watc

women and

the Wife Ir bral umdred peo
ey. i}
thept,, where the be
prrow morning,’

asked for {he
ven him.asd

kept fintil to-m
Fs tae Pas to the home o
Piste; Withe Hs
atjonal.or Une
tures, :. 3 \" SAS

ock Mpnselgneur
e ‘holy communion, remrin-
isoner. only a few minutes,
wari |Philips’s aye

him, and -dubing the: interview) she! was
while he rempined sad.
His brother) came

and the three re-

 @ut ‘Any. Sens: administered
ie fs Mf 1 ing with the:
H. that it) bad not jon!
‘dislocated, bat really. broken, a
|Was; the fresult
“merely exhaustin, as at first su
execution, had}

consantly. wepping,

Y ‘Death .Calmly and n carefully planned ‘aud

% Coolly—How He Spent. 3is-, Lust | ig was carried out pithoue mae. yond

bf his miserable ‘Jife—was

muy particularly horrible

‘than, those that jalways ac- .
é {revs

whila they were toverther ; (
tained for sogre tine. When Mrp,
logd-bye she broke down come
WHA almost. unnerved, » Bow

“The. Jast,
fps’—the e
unattended b

| pletely and hp
features, othe

of ‘the fipn

Ss the dread{ul tragedy for which Rob.’
{ert G.’ Philips ‘to-day ‘suffered the extreme
: lalty fixed by the Jaw. He was a young
an of Sddustrious and temperate habjts, bat’
# sanely fealous-pf his young wife,
‘whom he liad married but three months be-,
Afore, Mer, tamily and. associates’ tpstibed
-y that his fealousy wie ud founded, for she'was a
(faithful wife'to him and tried to’avold every-
Cathing: that might provoke ‘his{displeasure.
1. Theit married Jife had been’ tempestuous) and
* he bad frequently threatened to kill her if she
"+ had anything to do, even in the interchange
> Of ordinary social courtesies, with other mtn,
v\)%On the last’ night of her life she -bad gone
»with him to a celebration of the colored peo-.
‘ple atthe exposition grounds, and as they’
, Jeft her mother’s hoase, on Booker alley, the
old lady’ heard him’ ndy: “Lou, you ;
batter’ tell’ your {mother good-bye,
holes this is the Jest ‘time, you will ever see
ht) Ner!’a These retharks caused ‘her motlier
“) (Mrsy Smith, ?
 gpprehensive” of her daughter's safety,
’ and she, followed them to the fair grounds,
» bathdving no money to pay tor her admis:
t “<7 lon, bhi was obliged.to return to her home,

9 o'clock. -h¢,

: mbilitation, - :
igneur Beaso-

ared| to be traly

his senses this
sion, abd final
self until the hour a

John Thorn
charge of th

mbrning for tickets of admin.
y {was compelled to, hide him-
ppointed for the execu-

Two of thy prisoners went into tl
il and helped Phili
mber black ‘which | had been
Then, forthe fi

office of the ‘p
in the sult of
bought for hith.

»® colored undértaker, has
dy. of Philips, which is be-

hundreds at Ripley «&°
afegnoon, and no post mortem
ation will be made of it. ),'

When Philips’ mother left th
morning she artanged for her son
and other'effects fo he brought to her house,
saying she'did not want to:come back there
The! poo Woman was. almost heart-

If legaljexecu
law intends th
would be wellfa
keep the crowds} out of.the'u
of the court hous}, where than
qb © Were even

Hedges this

‘a nan distracts r

Y anything detinite, | Me- declined |to see the
} reporters or talk to a
tendanta and jhis two frie
rived .in: thas
dressed he r¢mained jn the
the last sum

, unuble to fix
except the at-

When he was
rooip = until

to be very

4-§-/§§6

tions are to be private, as the
shall -be, in the future it
1e county commissioners to
pper, windows

ghtly this morning
almost before) daybreak the curigus crowd
began-collectihg abou
|were' ou duty and
building,’ By

is going on,
on the roof, a3
Monseignear Bessonles has offe
consolation to! cohdemned men at
tions,’ The first
‘Leavenworth, |K
deseriers, who were shot at -C
during the war, then to John
rrigkjand to Philips|to-day,
woman, accompanied
e/ Walker for
banging, and} she: railed

the | space
wall and tha Ponrt, house was filled with
people, while frent crowds were
"| and Alabama treeta, * Every subterfuge and
device ‘imagisable way -em
who had.ng ‘titkets to\

asa man named Fields at

ployed | by , those , and ‘afterward. to three

get on the inside,

but the guard# were \inex ,
young girls Were inthe crowd.
se windows

*mpenk: to/Anybody at) the celebration and
‘that sha had'consequently passed A very un-
vy happy erebiag. “Bob is so hard. to get
* telong with,”. she said, and the two women
‘talked over thelr trou
,and then went to sleep, > arise
Early next morning Philips called at the
‘#-. house for bis wife, ac she had an engagemont
19 docsotie work down town, ‘and they left
£ together, going from | the honse across to
« Pennsylvania ‘street. ta take a ‘car, What
‘oy: was sald und'done during that walk can only
|\y {be surmised from its fatal termination, Ai.

i» Most an hour later, a young man, in going
fi through the alley’ between Meridian and
/«,Peonsylyanin streets, just below Fifth, dis.
‘4, epvered the bodies of |Philips and his wife
ry» Dear i the Intersection of \the ‘ two, al-
yy adeyeesBhe \was ) dead,. ‘with
4) out.) alm
P« hie head.

‘of women and
-The court ho

by a little girl, ajbplie
& pass. to sec th
ayainst the clerk And sheriff wh
Jege was denied, dud .
abusing the judg to
forthe jail) . os
Little buiness fas transacted in the court-
wihg to the crow: pereaglog
nxjous for some po-
of{secing the hanging. All
were ¢ctiven down from the u
and the rooms
floorag were b
As is usual,
had ae unseer
take the’ bod
Philips told ipl
and another junde
times yesterda
coftin and bury t
she would:let hi

"| of Yadjoining
eoversd,: but only those

es for nearly an hour |:
f" ies to s ‘

robably walked away

The Indianapolis News

ding, and oa
tions of ‘those Who came ou

n the ‘nort!

ejofthe city undertakers
ly jwrangle as to
dead -man. = Mrs,
& Hedges to gttend to it,
ttaker | visit:
d_ offercd to
without | charge if
but she refused,,

salon started: fr
Carter leadin
sonies’ in ih
‘head,’ uncove

m tho office of the
» followed by lather
.| priestly ralme
qu, and: chanting

down, and. after them

‘her , throat
“ to’. |‘ear,|’ and’
d on hor breast, with -her.|
hand clasped in his,and with # horrible self-

from’, .ear

ges’
le followed
,, nga tg
Ww
rede it will
mother for
te

examina 4:

d that his.
and not.
posed. The

ned tothink | 0:
‘man's neck. had |:not’. been | :

6 o'clock vesterda:
bet ween Bardwell’
atation, owing to t!
ashurled down
high into Deerfel:
the accideat occur:
on the road, The
Jan embankment :
The bank is stee;
masses of bowlier:
the eastern expres:
gage-car, a smoke:
and two ordinary |
was in charge of
Herbert Littlejohn
The coaches brok
rolled over and ov
The engine broke |

chings of -the track. for twent

q Jail this
s clothing

c ni seo whut
a) good many
ed spiritual

aix execu.

mp Morton
Achey' and

n the privi-

‘Deerfield river, on
the cars were thr
strack they cunght
sleeping car was a:
at the time of the
the rate of. about
rank Lane, of B
York firm, jumped
Neved to be the or
cars godown the er
» As soon as the n
special train was
scene of the disast:
eral physicians, se:
zend, On arriving
a horrible sight
had settled: over th
river bank could
embers of the bu
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“Rasy,” Leach called.

Slowly, carefully, the officers began
to pull their catch to the boat, and
as it broke the surface Worland and
Leach glanced grimly at each other.
From the muddy depths the detail
had brought up a fully clothed body.
Carefully they pulled it into the boat
and then rowed hastily for the shore.

Leach fingered his cigar nervous-
ly as he and Worland bent over the

body. A ring of farmers, attracted to ’

the scene as word spread that the
search had centered at the bridge,
looked on wide-eyed. °

Paul Bailey and Lyman Stahl, Mrs.

-Bright’s uncle, identified the body as

Bright’s. They had been notified as

police started to drag the creek and -

had driven there from University
Heights.
“Call Dr. Tindall,” Worland re-

_ quested a bystander, and the latter
‘hurried away. At that time, Dr. Wil-
liam Tindall was coroner of Shelby
-County.

The officers found Bright’s pockets
empty and his watch missing; but a
ruby ring still adorned one finger and
a tie clasp had also been untouched.

Dr. Tindall’s decision came rapidly
as he examined the body.

“There’s no doubt about it,” he
‘said, pointing to two bullet holes in

:Bright’s head. “This man was mur-

dered!”
One of the bullets had entered the
right temple, another the forehead.
“He didn’t have a chance,” Leach

exclaimed. He turned to Dr. Tindall.

“How long has the body been in
‘the creek, doctor?”

The coroner speculated a moment
or so before he answered. °

“[’d say since Monday night, and

-he was dead only a short time before

he was put into the water.”

Later that day Dr. Ethelbert R.
Wilson, coroner of Marion County
(where Indianapolis is located) and
his deputy, Dr. Frank Ramsey, found
two more bullets in Bright’s back as
they performed an autopsy. The mis-
siles were .38 calibre and soft-nosed.

“Only vicious cowards would shoot
a man in the back like that,” Leach
exclaimed as the report was relayed

- to him. °

But the question of why Bright had
been slain remained unanswered.
Painstaking search of the druggist’s
past life revealed no possible motive.
He neither drank nor smoked, and
had been devoted to his wife. She
could think of no enemies who might
have been vengeful.

Robbery, which had seemed an un-
likely motive at first, looked larger
in the speculation of officers as other
possibilities were ruled out. Lending
credence to this theory was the fact
that fingerprints had been removed
from the abandoned car, indicating

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that whoever had abandoned the
machine probably had a criminal rec-
ord.

A report that Bright had 20 dollars
in his pockets when he disappeared
was disproved by other drug-store
employees; but even that amount
seemed too small to cause murder,
especially when the victim could have
been put out of the car at some lonely
cross roads. :

The drug-store employees reported,
too, that Bright had left the store
about 6-p.m. of the day he disappeared.

“And that means,” Leach said, “that
he was killed fairly early in the night,
because the car he left the store in
was. abandoned in Madison about
midnight. Whoever killed him prob-
ably wanted the car, tricked him some
way, and then killed him and drove
on to Madison after disposing of the
body.”

The cigarette stubs found in the
car proved of little value. They were
of a popular brand, obtainable in any
store. The street-car token, likewise,
could have been dropped by anyone
who ever had ridden one of the trol-
leys in Indianapolis.

“We'll find the killer somewhere
near Madison,” Leach declared as he
conferred with State detectives.
“Everything we’ve been able to find
out so far indicates that small-town
hoodlums pulled the job. They’re
probably broke, or they wouldn’t have
left. the car when it ran out of gaso-
line. That’s the most likely reason
they sold the heater—to get some
cash. But that wouldn’t bring enough
to make a clean getaway. And they’ll
be too hot to hole up any place for
very long—a hide-out costs dough.”

He paused reflectively, then de-
clared: “We'll concentrate on finding
the heater first and see what happens.”

* * *

ADISON police were assigned to
M check second-hand stores and un-
derworld hangouts, and it was during
this search that the break, Leach had
been working for came.

While Elmer Hanlon was making
his rounds, an informant sidled up to
him to whisper: “Talk to Wilbur
Kidwell. He knows something . about
a ‘hot’ heater.”

“Then the informant edged away,
glancing warily about to make sure

that no one had seen him talking to _

the officer.

Hanlon lost no time in communi-
cating the information to Sheriff Les-
lie Bear of Jefferson County, who
called Leach. The captain sped to the
river town and, accompanied by the
sheriff, placed Kidwell under tech-
nical arrest for questioning.

Kidwell talked freely when he and
Leach reached State headquarters at
Indianapolis.

“Vurtis Neal had that heater,” he

said. “He’s kin of mine by marriage.
I had an idea it came from that aban-
doned car, but I didn’t say anything
because I didn’t want to get mixed up
in this thing.”

“You're in it pretty deep already,”
Leach reminded him. “Go on.”

“Well, .Vurtis came to my house
with another fellow a day or two ago.
It was late at night, and I was asleep,
but the dog barked and woke me up.

“l asked who it was, and Vurtis
answered. They had a car heater with
them, and Vurtis said they had taken
it out of a car in Bedford. He said
they were broke and needed some
money, and offered me the heater
real cheap.

“T told him ‘Take that heater out
of my house. If the law comes around
I wouldn’t be sitting so well.’ So the
fellow with him, named Marshall, took
it and hid it in an alley near there.

“{ noticed some blood on Marshall's
clothes and asked what had happened.
They told me they stuck up a guy at
a stop light in Indianapolis and then
drove out of town and bumped him
off.”

“Neal’s got a record, hasn’t he?”
Leach asked.

“Yes, served time for robbery.”

It was a matter of minutes before
Neal’s description, obtained from the

- State Police records, was being broad-

cast over the wide police radio net-
work. To every corner of the State
went the word:

“Watch for Vurtis Neal. He is blue-
eyed, of medium build. About five
feet eight and a half inches tall;
weight about 148, This man is dan-
gerous. He is likely to be armed with
a .32 calibre revolver, or a 38, or
both. Take no chances.”

Leach learned that Marshall and
Neal had parted ways in Madison,
but had made an appointment to meet
in Florence later. That town is some
30 miles from Madison, and Leach
immediately set a trap of State de-
tectives there. But the two failed to
appear.

Leach was disappointed, but as the
‘tempo of the Indiana hunt increased
turned his attention to Kentucky.
Neal had relatives near Carrollton,
and word filtered into Hoosier officers
that he was hiding in a farmhouse
about 18 miles from that city.

Carrollton officers aided Indiana
police sent there, and a second trap
was set. It, too, failed, as Neal walked
from the house about five minutes
before the officers raided it.

But they refused to become dis-
couraged and laid plans to make a
more careful raid the following night.

“Chances are,” said Indiana trooper
J. E. Neal, an uncle of Vurtis, “that
he'll think we won’t be back. He may
believe we think he’s gone for good.”

Silently, the squad surrounded the

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been able to learn who was wearing
it. Have you any reports that would
connect with this?”

“No,” Leach replied slowly, “but
I’ve got something else. I’m down
here in Madison trying to find the
owner of a blood-spattered automo-
bile.”

He paused briefly. Then: “Stay
where you are. I'll be there in an
hour and a half.”

Worland rang off. Finding the own-
er of the car should be easy, he
thought. The Indiana Bureau of Mo-
tor Vehicles could trace the number
of the license plates rapidly. And if
the hat and car were connected—
Worland grew almost optimistic that
the case would be solved before night-
fall.

‘But Leach dispelled the hope. The
license plates had been removed from
the car before it had been abandoned
in the residential section of the river
town. Moreover, there was no igni-
tion key, the heater and spare tire
had been torn off and the gasoline
tank was empty.

The 1935 coach had been parked
about midnight ‘of the night before,
and suspicious neighbors had called
police when no one removed it in
the morning. Madison police had
asked assistance of Leach.

There were clues aplenty in the de-
serted vehicle. Blood had seeped
through the carpet on the rear floor,
staining the wood below. The carpet
itself had been removed. On the rear
floor were some 25 cigarette stubs,
and on one running board an Indi-
anapolis street-car token.

But there were no fingerprints. If
any had been left, they had been
wiped off carefully before the auto
was abandoned.

Worland’s hopes for a quick solu-
tion dropped as he heard Leach
through.

“Looks like that car’s going to be
hard to trace,” he commented.

Leach shifted the cigar in his mouth
as he nodded.

“It’ll take some time,” he said.
“We've got to check through the en-

gine and serial numbers, and heaven .

only knows how long that will take.
Worst of it is, until we find out who
owned the car we’re going to have
trouble finding the guy who aban-
doned it, And if there was a killing—”

“But,” Worland interrupted, “we’re
not sure there has been. We haven't

any body. The bloodstains could have -

been left there by some one on the
way to a doctor. What about search-
ing for a corpse down around Mad-
ison?”

48

“Already started,” Leach reassured
him. “But that will be a tough job,
too, for there are a thousand places
where a body could be hidden. And if
it was thrown in the Ohio River we'll
probably never find it.”

As he spoke the far-flung forces of
the State already had begun. to pick
up the trail of the mystery auto. En-
gine numbers, checked both with the
manufacturer and through the State
Auto Bureau, provided the first con-
crete clue—and one that gained added

weight from swift-moving events in .

Indianapolis.
As State officers traced the car to

. William Bright of Elnora, Indiana,

Indianapolis police reported that
Bright had failed to return from work
the previous night—January 4, 1937.

His wife, a teacher in the grade
school at - suburban University
Heights, was frantic with worry.

“It’s not like him,” she told the
officers. “He always came right home
after work. I expected him to be a
bit late last night because the drug
store where he works was taking the
annual inventory, but he thought he’d
be through shortly after midnight.”

As news of the discovery of the
bloody hat and auto sifted back to
Indianpolis through press association

reports, word spread that Bright’s .

body had been recovered. It was not
until Leach reached the capital that
night that he refuted the story and
comforted the distraught Mrs. Bright
as.he sought her aid in identification
of the hat.

“We don’t know he’s dead,” he said.
Mrs. Bright regained hope momen-
tarily, but lost it when Leach showed
her the light felt hat.

“Bill’s!” she gasped.

Gently, Captain Leach extracted
the story. of the young couple, sifting
every fact she told him for some evi-
dence that possible enemies had had
a hand in his disappearance. But there

was apparently nothing in her story

to bear out this theory.
Bright had been a pharmacist in the

Harbison Drug Store in the 1700 block
‘on East Tenth Street, Indianapolis;

and Mrs. Bright taught the third
grade in the school near their home.

The couple lived quietly at the Paul
Bailey residence, and Bright, a dark-
haired, stocky and quiet person, had
earned the respect of his coworkers
by his attention to his job. He plan-
ned to enter the farm-implement
business in Illinois and was working
at the drug store only long enough
to save the necessary capital.

His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Albert
Bright, lived at Elnora, Indiana; and

although he had left there ten years
earlier, he still registered his car from
that’ locality.

As Leach listened to her simple
story, he was confident that Bright
had been killed. It was entirely out
of character for him: to disappear
without a word. Motive? Leach

’ scratched his ear reflectively as he

turned the question over in his mind.

“Did your husband ever carry large
sums of money?” He put the question
quietly.

“No,” Mrs. Bright answered. “He
seldom carried more than a few dol-
lars.”

Robbery, then, seemed unlikely as
a possible reason for murder,

When he finally left the house,
Captain Leach reassured Mrs. Bright
again, then‘ clamped his teeth about
his ever-present cigar as he strode
down the walk to enter his car.

Her quiet, unassuming story had
gained his quick sympathy, and he
determined to throw the entire State
force, if necessary, into the case.

* * *

VENTS moved with lightning speed
the next day. The center of the

hunt shifted back to Shelby County .

when two excited rural residents told
State Detectives Meredith Stewart,
Robert O’Neal and George Granholt:
“There’s some blood on the north
railing of the bridge over Big Sugar
Creek.”

The three ‘State officers had been
assigned to check all bridges in the
area for evidence that a body had
been thrown into the stream, but had
not yet reached the one referred to.
They. notified Leach of the discovery
and hurried to the span.

Leach’s heart sank as he traced the

splotches of blood from the center of
the bridge to the railing. He had been
hoping against hope that the evidence
had been misinterpreted and that no
one had been killed; but as he looked
over the railing into the swirling,
muddy water of the rain-swollen
creek he realized his hopes had been
in vain. For the trail of blood con-
tinued on the outside of the span, and
he felt sure a body had been tossed
into the murky stream below.
- A river-dragging detail from the
Indianapolis Police Department ar-
rived shortly afterward and went to
work efficiently. A boat was put out
into the stream, and grappling hooks
dropped into the rushing current.

The time passed slowly for those
who watched from the bridge. From
one side of the stream to the other
the detail worked its way. Back and
forth, back and forth, the distance

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after parking their cars some distance
down the road. With every possible
avenue of escape guarded, Officer Neal
signaled for the raid.

A farm woman answered his knock
on the front door.

“Is Vurtis Neal here?” he asked.

She turned from mopping the floor
to call Neal. Trapped by the unex-
pected appearance of the lawmen,
Neal’s eyes darted about furtively as
he saw the officers, and he moved as
though to make a break.

“Come along, Vurtis,” Officer Neal
‘ordered, and the young man shrugged
his shoulders. In his coat, hanging in
an upstairs room, police found a fully
loaded revolver.

Strangely enough, Vurtis spoke
freely of the killing, and from the in-
formation which he gave, Officer Neal
relayed an Indianapolis address to
Captain Leach. State and city police
raided a rooming house on East Ohio
Street, Indianapolis, and arrested 19-
year-old Hugh Marshall, Jr., who
readily admitted his part in Bright’s
murder.

“Vurtis killed him,” Marshall de-
clared when he was questioned by
State police. “We were getting ready
to tie Bright up in that cornfield,
when Vultis said, ‘Let’s get rid of
him. Let’s kill him.’ And then he sho
Bright.” .

But Neal, questioned by his uncle
in Carrollton, was making the same
charge against Marshall. It wasn’t un-
til the two were brought together in
Leach’s office that Neal broke and
confessed. Marshall was bitter as he
saw his colleague in crime.

“T told you they’d find that body
quick,” he said.

The officers, accustomed as they
were to sudden death, listened in
amazement as the two youths related
a story of wanton and useless killing.

They met, Neal said, in the Ohio
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Bright was killed, when Neal and a
friend joined Marshall and his father
for a game of cards.

“Hugh asked me,” Neal said, “if I
ever served a term at the State farm,
and I said I got out of there in Sep-
tember after serving six months., He
asked me if I had ever been in any
stick-up jobs, and I said no.

“Then he asked. me if I would be
interested in one, and I said I didn’t
know. He said he knew a place where
there was lots of money that would
be easy to get, and I said ‘I haven't
anything to get any money with’,
meaning a gun.

“Then Hugh got out a gold-plated
gun and I said ‘It doesn’t look very
big.’ But he said it was big enough
to bluff. with. ,

“The next day I saw Hugh again
about the holdup; it was going to be
a loan office. Marshall said he would
be the one to go in and get the money
and didn’t mind if the car we would
use was stolen. Hugh got some rope
to tie up the driver of the car we
intended to take and said he knew a
place where it wouid be easy to get
a car.

“But. the loan office was closed, so
Hugh asked me if I knew any place
to hold up. I said not in Indianapolis,
but.I did know a place in Madison
so we decided to get us a car and go
to Madison.

“We went down to the corner of
Noble and Washington Streets in In-
dianapolis. Hugh took one side of the
street and-I took the other. Four cars
went past the green light, and then
Hugh said, ‘Come on, Slim,’ and I
went over there and Hugh had the
gun on Mr. Bright. Hugh was already
in the car, so I opened the door and
got in.

“We drove two or three blocks, and
Hugh told Bright to get over to the
curb and we put him in the back seat
and I took the wheel.

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classification.

Rhodes grinned. “Instead of waiting
around, "he said, “why don’t we check
through Keyes’ neighborhood for a
line on our gun-minded burglar?”

“Let’s go,” said Feltus.

A canvass along Liberty street
failed to pay off in results. The rob-
ber may as well have been a phan-
tom—for nobody saw him during the
Sunday evening of August 8th. Later,
Feltus and Rhodes stopped at Keyes’
home. Feltus was somewhat disap-
pointed when Keyes failed to supply
him with the list he wanted.

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the gun to any one in particular,”
Keyes explained. ,

Rhodes dusted the broken window
for fingerprints, but his efforts were
in vain. Only useless smudges were
revealed. ,

Late the next morning, Feltus heard
from Washington. The shirt, according
to its serial number, had been issued
to Private George D. Casey, who en-
listed in the Army at Fort Sill, Okla-
homa, on March 12, 1942, and deserted
from Camp Claybourne in Louisiana
on July 2, 1943.

Casey’s description tabbed him as a
six-footer with a weight of 174

backed the car into a drive and we
all got out. Marsh started’ reaching
for the rope we had brought with us
to tie him up. Bright had his back to
me and all of a sudden I decided to
shoot him. I shot him in the back and
he started to fall and kind of groaned.

“Then I thought I would put him
out of his misery, so I shot him again.
_ “Hugh said, ‘We can’t leave him
here,’ so we tried to put him in the
trunk, but it was locked, so we picked
him up and put him in the back of
the car, and I took the wheel.

“It came into my mind to put the
body in the water, and I remembered
the bridge and we drove up to it, and
I took Bright’s head and Marshall
took his feet. Then we threw him off
the bridge.” .

Marshall confirmed the story, add-
ing that he-took the gun away from
a motorist who had given him a ride
from Terre Haute to Indianapolis a
short time before. They obtained only
$1.20 from Bright.

“And,” Neal said, “I had to buy ten
gallons of gasoline too.”

Captain Leach, fingering his cigar,
glanced with revulsion at the youths
as they finished their recital, and pre-
dicted:

“You men will burn for that.”

Neal and Marshall looked at him
fearfully, as though the enormity of
their crime was just beginning to im-
press them.

Leach’s forecast came true July 8,
1938, in the Indiana State Prison.
Marshall and Neal were the first to
be sentenced to death in Shelby
County’s new Courthouse. Once in
prsion, their bravado gone, the two
youths fought like cornered animals
to cancel the court’s sentence, but all
appeals were denied.

Kidwell’s connection with the affair
was purely accidental, and no charges
ever were filed against him in con-
nection with the case.

pounds, and with rather sharp
features.

Feltus rubbed his jaw, a speculat-
ive gleam in his eyes. Although he
felt certain that he knew of a person

’ who matched that description, he

simply couldn’t place him at the mo-
ment. That fragment of mental iden-
tification kept eluding him in a dis-
turbing fashion.

“Relax,” suggested Rhodes. “It will
come to you.”

Feltus nodded, letting his eyes skim
over Casey’s fingerprint classification.
No photograph had been sent. Feltus
swore softly under his, breath. Who
was George D. Casey? And most per-
plexing, what was this deserter’s pur-
pose in traveling more than a thou-
sand miles from Louisiana to Massa~

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arranged the various cases of inetrnments; two
batteries (Buneon’s), one siz and the cther six.
teen celle, were reonlated for work, A tripod
abont eight feet high, with a Sayers apparatue
for lifting the body, was placed over a bath-tub,
which was covered by a blanket to keep in the
steam. — Patan
_. All being ready, we surrounded the tnb, asthe.
cover waa removed, to hava a view of the bods
of a man who at twenty minutes past twelve had
been declaring his innocence at the jail, and who

had fallen through the hangman's trap. The

head and beard bad been ehaven; the face wae
not a0 black as when exposed to view at the
undertaker’s in the afternoon, The hot bath had
eoftened. : See
; THE DISTORTED FEAJUBES, Seat

All things being ready, the Profesror adjuate
the head atraps of the Sayers apparatne, and
commenced drawing upon the cords which pare
over a eeries of puileva at the top of the tripod.
The body of the murderer waa then drawn np-
ward at fall lencth by the head, until the tne
rested in the tnb. Instantly the ansiatanta rob.
bed the bodv brieklv with coarse towels for twr
minntes, and then wrapned it, from the should.-
era down. with a warm blanket,

‘© T desire,” said the Professor, ‘to reduce the:
dialocation of the hones of the neck by thie hang:
ing by the head. This man died eimpiv becaure
the second bone of the neck. was puiled away
from the firat, which ie like a thin, flat ring, sup-
porting the skull. This second bone has a tooth-
like prominence, or pivot, npon which the head
tarps. If this pivot is pulled ont, that is ens-
pending all the vital force which should keep thir
man alive, the pivot {s preesing upon the spina!
cord, and that pressure prodnces peralysis of
breathing, and the heart becomes crowded with
glotted blood, and all the machinery becomer
stopped.” SN ailey :

During ‘thie time the two Professors were
drawing the body in various directions, aud were

MANIPULATING TRE HEAD AND NECK.
This was unsuccessful. The body was then re-
moved to a table and pleced upon its face, with
the arme drawn up under the forebead, when the

‘Professor of Anatomy, with ® narrow chisel. ¥

madea gash in the neck where it joins the head,

and with two short, quick blows from s mallet,
epift the npper bones that were _pressing apan,
the cord, like cuttinga ring that bas become too:
tight. After thie was accomplished the bods

was tarned upon the back. Taking up the de-
tached nozzle of a larde bellows, the Professor o
Physiology proceeded, working and talking at
the same time: *

‘* Gentlemen, thie subject affords an opporta-
nity of showing how fer vital actions may be eur
pended and sgain restored. All this man's
organs are perfect, but his vital energy is lost
To reetore it we muet make the heart beat again;
tl e cosgulated bicod must be removed from the

heart cavities, and : “4

ventricles of the heart, and when the air is ex-
batted in the receiver the clotted blood will be

‘drawn out, *'You know, that needles,’ sharp

narrow blades, and even arrows, have pierced
the walle of the heart in living animals fre-
quently without producing death, because upon
their withdrawal the contraction of the muscular
fibrea closes the opening. Now this needle is in
the right ventricle, and (making another attach-
ment by the double tube) this is in the left. All
18 now ready except our arrangement for stiniu-
lating the nerves which preside over respiration,
the heart and general circulation. | These nerves
are the Pneumo-gastrio and Gréat Sympathetic.
The former comes from the base of the brain in
a certain spot; the latter will require an open-
ing into the abdomen.” ae
The Professor then took a emall diamond drill

notlargerthanahorsehairand: =

_, .. PERFORATED THE SKULL, | :
This was done at two pointe, an inch apart, at
the base of the brain, into which he thrust the
two delicate platinum points of the battery. At
the moment theee entered several remarked that
the chest had moved as if in expiration. -The
hellows was deteched, and, sure enough, a quan-
tity of bloody-looki: g froth and mucus was being
forced out of the wind-pipe. This was all
irawn out with a syringe, and the Professor pro-
seeded to the last arrangement of the poles of

| the smaller Bunson to the sympathetic nerve—

‘solar plexue,” as he called it, And now came
he trial, which all awaited in breathless anxiety.
The Profeesor of Anatomy took charge of the jar
if blood and milk, and wae to-turn the: stop-
socks to let it flow into the jogular vein, and
ther ce into the heart, as the Professor of Physi-
ology was to empty the blood clots from the
heart with the aspirator, or air pump, at the same |
time. Another e:ndent was to inflate the lungs |
with the bellows by a slow, easy motion, not |
more rapidly than eighteén times a minute |
Another assistant was to move a scape-valve on |
the bellows tube, eo that when the lungs were |
filled it might empty iteelf of bad air, without
blowing back intothe bellows. The other assiat-
ante stood by the batteries to pial
MAKE THE CONNECTIONS AT THE WORD. .

At the word ‘‘ Now,” every well-trained head
and hand began work—all in barmony—and
quietly. No sound at frst but the slow whees-
ing of the bellows and the measured “ thud,
thud” of the piston of the air-pump. The
clotted blood from. the heart poured into the
receiver at.frat like a brown jelly, which, after a
few inoments, was thinner—atlast a stream of
thin, werm blood. I¢ was noticed that the blood
miztare in the jar was perceptibly lowering

(| The Professor af Physiology withdrew the eapir-

ating needles, and stood with dilated pupils and
flushed face. The cheat of the dead man was
moving regularly. He grasped the pulse and
said, in a whisper, ‘‘A tremor! a tremor!” And
then, applying his ear to the chest for a moment
aprang up and cried outin an excited manner,
“ By G—d, it moves! I can feel ite impulse !’
A shout went op from every one, but followed in
«© moment by a deathly atillness, for the swollen


anda few minutes later. ‘Was arrested near Hog-
hire’s shoe store; ‘the scene™ ‘of, ‘the. murder of

‘Daniel Mahoney by Patrick Bolan on the 17th: of
“March previous. Achey’s trial began November
‘4th, 1878, and lasted three days, the jury declariny
that he must die, a decision affirmed by the Su-
preme Court on Thursday.
- The crime of William E. Merrick, a livery atable

| keeper, surpassed in atrocity any that has been |
perpetrated in this state. It was perpetrated on
the night of September 14, 1878, five days- before
the Guetig murder, but it was not discovered untll
September 22, 1878, when two men living near
Eagle Creek c meto the city with Information that
a dead body was lying among the logs ‘and brush
bordering the margin of that stream, near the
bridge of the Morris street extension. Thecoroner .
went tothe spot and found the. body of Julia A:
| Merric and thé remainsof her newly-born infant,
| both much decomposed, Her husband, it was testi.

| fled, took héerin a buggy about eight o'clock’ on-
that Saturday night and drove . awny from. the.
stable, since which time she had not ‘been seen
until her remains were found.. Merrick, who had
married her to ‘compromise a bastard. case, had
made threats of killing her, and the day preced-
ing her disappearance and death had bought ten _
cents worth of strychnine at the drug store on the :
‘corner of Morris: ‘street and ‘the Bluff road, A
aaloon-keeper. on Indiana: avenue, near the Fall
Creck bridge, on the fatal night sold Merrick, who:
stopped his buggy at hissaloon, two drinks, O zlass
of whisky for himself and. a glass of! blackberry.
wine, the latter he said for his wife, who. was in
the buggy outside... The saloon-keeper and a: by-

| stander saw Merrick empty a powder into the Blass
ind hand it to the woman In the vehicle.


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but can have no thought, because the mass ¢
brain is too nerarly severed from the cord.
act of will, at least, can be performed. T
epinal cord is itself the motor center of the boc
and as long as we keep up artificial. breathiz
the body will live.” i
He then proceeded to drill several holes

large as a sewing-needle into various parte of th
skuil, aod teuched the brain with the galvan

tongue to protrade. A fall description of
anatomical points and physiological obeervatio
was carefully taken down, and will doubtless
sar in the medical periodicals. :
The experiment o*ncladed by withdrawi
the bellows and closing the opening in the wi
ripe by adhesive plaster, and all wore etartl
by a sudden cough from the dead man and a ro
ng of the head, with moaning sounds like o
oxhausted by suffering. This was followed
ponvulsive action in the limbs, a fixing of
6yes ahd appearance of 8 second death. .
body became very cool in twenty minutes.
whole experiment lasted from eleven-thirty
M., to twelve-twenty A. m., Thureday, or 4
winutes. The whole matter was conducted w
decorum and skill; there was, in fact, little o«
versation, and no levity. As ourreporter pas:
outof the room he was shown a barrel wh
coptaisied the remains of Mre, Merrick, just
they were sent from the court-room.
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‘billed—-and has added bie miserable body,
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MiRnLTCK, Williar t
; am, White, hanged Indianapolis, IND January 29
anuary c<y, LOT Gs ae

A, be eed A

‘The Indianapolis Double Hanging. he

INDIANAPOLIA, Ind., January 29.—Louls Guetig,
who murdered Mary McGlew: because: she refused
his sult, having been granted a new trial, but two
of the expected trio appeared on the gallows. to-
day, namely, Achey and Merrick.

Yesterday the ministers who have been attend-

tending upon Merrick called upon him and made
i. long examination of the religious belief of the:

prisoner, also attempting to induce bim to make
n confession, but, unsuccessfully, he persisting in
declaring that ais wife was alive. As Achey put
on his clothes this morning, he said, witha choke
in his voice that belied his jocular words, ** Well,
ll make @ respectable looking corpse,
1’m ready; bring on the rope.” -

On Tho seaffold,-in response to the question. of |

the sheriff whether they had anything tosay, Achey

rose to his fect and in a clear voice said: “I would

like to say something if J thought it would do any
good, “It appears that the evidence that Mr, Brown
gavein is the only conclusive evidence of pre-
meditated murder, and being one of the robbers
himself the chances are he swore to & lle. Besides
he acknowledged it to a man in St. Louls. ‘Why,’
says. he, ‘My God, why don’t you write a letter
there. ‘They will hang John Achey.’. The truth of
tho arrangement {a it was not premeditated, and,

therefore, I was wrongfully convicted. The people

here are prepared fora hanging and I suppose

“my pei will: make no-difference anyhow. I.am
ready.” ee Bi seg aah

anyhow.’

-Achey sat down 8s coolly as he had stood up and
spoken the few words above, which he did without
‘a tremor in body or voice. When he closed the
' general whisper ran through the crowd, “ What
pluck!’' After an interview of a few moments the
sheriff addressed Merrick: ‘' Mr. Merrick, have
‘you anything to say?) Whereupon-he started-up
almost with a jerk, and apoke in an excited tone,
for him, as follows: ‘1 have a great deal I would
like to say, but it would not. be worth while to say
anything. The State of Indiana ‘to-day, in the
sight of that Court-house, is doing an unjust thing
to one of her citizens. 1 say, 48 I have said before,

to this people and the world, tam innocent of the

charge. When that drop falls and my life goes out
may eternal peace be still! I wish tosay no more.”
The white caps were drawn over their faces. |

Rev. Dr. Bayliss said: «J. commend you to the]

mercy of God.” Then Sheriff presely pulled the

lever. The drop fell with a resounding clang, and
there were two bodies swinging in thespace below.

“Merrick did not show much signs of pain. Hé
hung limp from the first, his shoulders showing
on two occasions only, that he was respiring. His
rope slipped, with the face to the front, throwing
his head very far back, and it was evident dis
neck had been broken, “at aix minutes Dr. Henry

Jameson reported his pulse at 100, and at six and

‘a quarter minutes pronounced him dead. Achey

Wied harder. His knot. reniained under the left

ear, and he was strangled todcath, %

Achey’s crime was the murder of George Leg-
gett, a well-known gambler of this city, who was
atanding in Chapin & Gore's ayloon on the after-
noon of Tuesday, July ith, 1878, when’ Achey

entered, and without a word of warning, drew a

revolver and tired two Shots. at Leggett, one strike

ine Pim helow the breast bone, Por] Wd od RE death in

twenty minutes. > Theeause of: the murder eX:

isted ink gerrirtebinns Of cermin in which Leggett and
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> Tore off girl's pajamas, smothered her.

bookish and somewhat pedantic in manner. He was a fresh-
man at the Indiana Technical College situated in Fort Wayne.

Alice May immediately liked her fellow lodgers and her
landlady. She looked forward to a more congenial life than
she had enjoyed at the Temperance Union. And her dates
with Phil Wallace continued.

On Monday, October 10, Wallace took the girl to a dance.
On Tuesday they attended a movie. On Wednesday, the 12th,
they decided that Wallace should call at Miss Kelly’s house,
that they should spend the evening talking, planning the fu-
ture, in Alice May’s room.

Wallace arrived at eight o’clock. Miss Kelly admitted him
to the house. He went immediately upstairs to Alice May’s
room. He was still there when the landlady and her tenants
retired.

It was late at night when Wallace quietly exited from the
second-floor front bedroom. He tiptoed to the stairway,
walked stealthily down to the ground floor. His manner was
furtive—perhaps because he didn’t want to disturb the sleep-
ing household. And perhaps there was another, more sinister
reason.

HE MORNING of October 13 was bright. Sunlight spilled

through the kitchen window where Miss Kelly, Miller and
Corey ate their breakfast. At the end of the table stood a
vacant chair.

Miss Kelly looked at it. She said, “Alice May’s late. She’ll
be late for school if I don’t wake her.”

VICTIM—
~~ Alice Girton resisted, finally was overcome.

She left the table, went to the foot of the stairway and
called in a loud voice. Receiving no response, she went up
to the second floor. She rapped sharply on the door. Then
she turned the knob and entered. .

She came out of Alice May Girton’s room far more rapidly

than she had gone in. Her face was the color of dirty snow,

and horror glinted from her
Stairs to the hall telephone.

In the Detective Bureau at Fort Wayne Police Headquar-
ters, Captain of Detectives John Taylor sat at his desk. A
clerk entered the room.

“Phone call,” he announced. “Just came in. Woman name
of Lillian Kelly says there’s a dead girl,in her house.”

Taylor stood up. “Notify the coroner. Tell Smith and
Kammeyer to report here at once.”

When Taylor’s assistants, Sergeants Horace Smith and Mar-
tin Kammeyer arrived, the trio set out at once for the Kelly
home. The distraught landlady met them on the front porch.

She led the officers to the second-floor front room. There,
face down on the rug, lay Alice May Girton. Her pajamas
had been half ripped from her body. As Taylor examined
the dead body he saw neither bruises nor any other sign of
violence.

A silken undergarment had been thrust forcibly into the
girl’s mouth. The room itself seemed in order. True, the
pillow instead of lying on the bed was on the rug a {pot or
so away from the corpse. Otherwise there was no indication
at all of any struggle. (Continued on page 49)

eyes. She stumbled down the

31


—_ ane

cocked to the keyhole to catch every
word. ;
“Better tell me how you did_ it,
Miller,” advised Kammeyer. “The
rest of the boys have daughters like
this little girl and they might not be
so easy with you. We have you dead
to rights this time and have been giv-
ing you just enough rope to hang
yourself.

“Now look: you said that you were
a light sleeper. That you didn’t hear
anything after that guy left the girl’s
room the night she was killed. To-
night, when we came over we had to
shake you a lot before you woke up.
Which disproves your story about
your not being asleep at the time the
girl had this man in her room. And
it also shows that you didn’t go to
sleep after the man had left. You’ve
told us that you sleep heavily, too,
and this bears it out. But you didn’t
go to sleep until after you had killed
that girl. Only three persons have
keys to that house you live in—you,
the landlady, and the girl down at the
morgue. So you did it, didn’t you?”

Kammeyer’s somewhat distorted ac-
count was to confuse the man. It did
the work. Miller suddenly shoved
back from the chair and stood up.
He leaned his hands on the table and
said in a grating voice:

“All right! I killed her. Now leave
me alone!”

GT. KAMMEYER raced for Cap-
tain Taylor and Sgt. Smith. Miller
gave his confession.

“The kid appealed to me,” Miller
started. “Something inside of me
seemed to make me want that girl.
I tried to forget her, but I couldn't.
She told me quite frankly—and often,
too—that she “couldn’t be bothered”
with my attentions. But I was in-
sistant. Rather than cause a disturb-
ance in the house, I guess, she tried
to treat me as a casual friend. But
I could see only too plainly that my
overtures were repulsive to her.
simply wasn’t her type.

“Well, that night I waited until
Johnson had left,” Miller continued.
“T went to her room and knocked on
the door. She opened up, and I
walked in before she had a chance
to offer any objections. She was wear-
ing only a thin dressing wrap over
her revealing nightgown. She got into
bed, pulled a sheet over her and asked
me to leave at once. My passion was
already aroused. I grabbed her and
tried to kiss her. She fought back,
she called me a pig. She threatened
to scream.”

Miller talked on in a low voice. The
officers asked no questions. They al-
lowed him to have his say. He was
evidently telling the truth.

“By then, I didn’t much care what
happened,” he said. “I grabbed her
by one arm and pulled her toward
the doorway. The door was standing
half-way open. I intended taking her
to my room, where I wanted to spend
the full fury of my passion.

“Then, for some unknown reason,
I decided to attack her in her own
room. I used my free arm to close
the door. I dragged her back to the
bed. I guess she was too frightened
to scream. I threw myself beside her
on the bed, and ripped her nightgown
from her body in one maddened
sweep. I could feel her warm, naked
flesh against mine. It made me crazier
than ever.

“For an instant she seemed to re-
gain control of herself. Her fingers

52

COMPLETE DETECTIVE CASES

tore at my face. I grabbed her silk
underslip from a chair close to the
bed and crammed it down her throat.
I guess I squeezed her neck pretty
hard, too. Then I tried unsuccess-~
fully to force a silk stocking down
her throat on top of the slip.

“IT gave vent to my lust while she
lay on the bed.

“I spoke kindly to her. She didn’t
answer. I noticed she was quiet...
very quiet.”

Miller paused, cleared his throat.
The detectives said nothing. They
wanted only to listen.

The killer continued: “I lifted her
from the bed and placed her, face
down, upon the floor. I tried artifi-
cial respiration. Whatever made me
think of that, I don’t know. Anyway,
it didn’t help; there was no reaction.

“I tip-toed out of the room and
closed the door softly behind me.

Weary from answering scores of questions
over and over again, the killer is shown
shortly before he confessed.

“Then I went across the hall to my
room, undressed and went to bed. My
nerves were tired. I just sort of ached
all over.

“~ didn’t aim to kill her,” Miller
concluded. “I’m awfully sorry now

“for what I did—but I guess it’s too

late for that.

“T wouldn’t admit any of it now,”
Miller concluded, “but you’ve been a
good fellow to me, Kammeyer, and I
want to give you the confession you
wanted.”

It was later found that Miller had
a police record in California, and that
he was known to have a vicious tem-
per. He had been arrested on nu-
merous occasions for various misde-
meanors, but had been released after
serving short prison sentences.

The next day the killer willingly
re-enacted the crime at the South
Lafayette Street house. After that
he was admitted to a cell without
bond; he had a bad case of hysterics.
It was learned that his home town
was Racine, Wisconsin. His relatives
there were contacted immediately.

His trial was brief. The verdict of
the jury was: Guilty of first degree
murder. His date of execution was
set for August 16, 1939.

On that day he started the dread

march to the electric chair which’
claimed his life.

(Eprtor’s Note—For an obvious
reason, the name “Fred Johnson” is
fictional. The character, however, is
a factual one.)

; Tue END

~ MURDER
MENACE

(Continued from page 27)

said the new owner. Detective Lopez
telegraphed Vera Cruz police at once
to ascertain the merchant’s where-
abouts.

Shortly before noon that day, the
authorities went to Ruth’s room, only
a few doors from the Academia. The
landlady, who showed them to the
dancing star’s quarters, was 1n tears.

“She was a sweet child,” she said.
“Always thinking of others. Never a
Sunday went by that she didn’t buy
me flowers for my dining room
table.”

Oddly enough, the landlady knew
her not as Ruth Dell but as Delia
Ruiz: Rose explained that quickly.

“Ruth had come to love the Mexi-
can people: because they had taken
her in when she was down and out
and her own countrymen had de-
serted her. So she used her right
name only for ballyhoo, since Ameri-
can girls are so popular in night clubs
here, and posed as a Mexican else-
where. She merely switched her first
and second names and gave them the
nearest Spanish spelling.”

The room was neatly but sparsely
furnished. The detectives combed
through a trunk and dresser without
coming across anything helpful. But
when they pulled back a blue damask
bedcover, they found a diary under
the pillow. It revealed Ruth’s coun-
less amourettes with searchlight
clarity.

Most of the entries read much the
same, as: “Met the politician S. A,
and we hit the late spots. He’s a
honey—spent dollars like cents and
knew when to stop pawing me.”

Toward the middle of March,
though, a new note crept into the
diary—a note of fright—and even
horror.

For March 21, she had_ written:
“Chico is wild over me. He begged
me to marry him tonight. When I
refused, I thought he was going to
strangle me in his kisses.”

An entry for March 26 read: “Chico
is strange. He loves me one moment,
and threatens to kill me the next.”

She wrote April 7, only a week
before her disappearance: ‘Chico
says he will kill me if I don’t give
up my other boy friends. He thinks
he owns me and I don’t dare to be
alone with him. I’ve never met a
man like him before.”

That was the last mention of Chico,
which, in Spanish, is- a nickname
meaning merely “fellow”.

The officers questioned each girl at
the Academia again. Not one of them
knew to whom Ruth referred. The
chorines pointed out that the nick-
name was a quite common one among
show girls, and the torch dancer
might have used it in mentioning
any of her lovers.

“Chico must be
orter,” said Rose.
er to marry hin
his moods were
anyone.”

The police wer
ahead in their se:

_ a bombshell fell i

different directio:
evening, April 1f
mous person tel
ters that Ruth De
employ of Russia.
formant suggestec
man spies had re
murder her.

The story soun
for one point.
with several me:
government. She
information from
have sold. Per!
murdered in an
Perhaps there w:
tween her dise
ghost man.

Under orders i
Sanchez Anaya,
Commission, th«
organized a sp,
who spoke fore;
into the machin:
age agents, and
Ruth Dell coulc
Mata Hari, mar
rival gang.

Because of R
detectives took i
morning of Apr!
at the Acaden
dancer with lar
and silver-powd
was Suspect No.

“Ruth was th
the club,” said |
number tried t
took away one
playboys about :
was a row.”

The alluring
tily for the office
luminous eyes.

“I may have s
to Ruth,” she a
mean them. I

-After all, ’m y

figure and wh)
the men?”

“Let her go
Lopez. “But
trail.”

T was exact

day when a
wandered into
His eyes were
hair tousled, an

“You've beer
announced, and
the desk serge<
the newspaper
quickly ushere
room”.

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asked.
He spoke in

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continued, “Dic
there at the ni;
might be alive
The detecti:
glances. “Is s)
The reporter
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added quickly,
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“INHIS DREAMS

young— in his twenties.
May thought him extremely handsome, and there was a merry
glint in his blue eyes.

For two nights now he had seated himself at a table near

By D. L. CHAMPION

He said he loved her; but the mad
killer stuffed underwear

down the brunette’s pretty throat.

LICE MAY GIRTON first saw Phil Wallace in a cafe

. on West Berry Street in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Even

before he spoke to her she was aware of his attraction.

And she was a gitl not easily attracted; nor did she
bestow her affections lightly.

Alice May was 17 years old, a slim, lovely brunette of

modest demeanor. She had been born and had lived most

of her life in the village of Winchester in the eastern part of

‘the state, near the Ohio border.

A few months ago she had come to Fort Wayne to attend
the International Business College. She had taken a small
room at the Women’s Christian Temperance Union on Berry
Street near the restaurant where she was destined to meet
Howard Zimmerman.

Alice May Girton was an introspective girl. Owing to an
attack of infantile paralysis in her childhood she was pos-
sessed of a deformed left hand—it was tiny and withered.
This could certainly have made her self-conscious. In any
event she had led a lonely life. She. had kept to herself. She
had never had a sweetheart.

And she hadn’t particularly wanted one until that Septem-
ber evening in: 1938 when she saw Phil Wallace. He was

PRADO ed TERS be TEC

His hair was thick and curly. Alice

hers in the restaurant. For two nights he had smiled at her.
On the third night, Alice May tremulously smiled back at him.
And that was all the encouragement Wallace required.

He moved over to Alice May’s table. The girl who had
never conducted a flirtation. before greeted him nervously.
Wallace relieved her by behaving with extreme courtesy and
politeness.

When they finished eating he took her dancing. He escorted
her home. He said good night like a perfect gentleman and
then left her.

Alice May Girton went up to her room and made an ecsta-
tic entry of the night’s events in her diary.

This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Wallace
and Alice May were constantly together. They attended
dances, movies and parties together. And at the end of each
date the girl dutifully entered the details in her diary.

In the first week of October, Alice May moved. She found
a pleasant front room on the second floor of a house owned
by Mrs, Lillian Kelly. Wallace helped her pack, move and
unpack. The pair of them were introduced to Miss Kelly’s
other boarders, Adrian Miller and Richard Corey.

Corey was a congenial man of middle age; an accountant
who practised his profession at a lumber yard on the south
side of town. Adrian Miller was a younger man. He was

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When Leon had been taken ill after the
visit to the hotel, she told the inspector,
she and Marie Besnard had taken turns

watching at his bedside. While Marie |

Pintou watched, Leon suddenly awakened.
“Don’t let her give me any more medi-
cine,” he said. “She means to kill me just
like all the others.”

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“It’s true,” he whispered. “I saw her
put something in my food at the hotel
when you and Alfred were dancing. I’m
sick just like all the others got sick.”

At that point Marie Besnard came back

into the room, the woman went on. “She:

asked me if Leon had talked to me, and J
foolishly said yes., ‘Get out of here and
Stay out,’ she screamed at me. ‘And for
your own good forget whatever he told
you.’”

Armed with this new information,
Noquet went to the city Magistrate at
Loudon and demanded the case be opened
again and an order for the exhumation of
Leon Besnard’s body be issued.

The autopsy proved that Leon Besnard
had been poisoned; arsenic was still in his
bones after a year’s burial. Recalling the
case of the Madame Rivet, Noquet had an
autopsy performed on her body and found
that she, too, had been poisoned. He
now had evidence enough.

He went to Besnards and found Marie
at home. Around the living room were
scattered a profusion of elegant pigskin
traveling bags and a new steamer trunk.

“You were planning a holiday, Ma-
dame?” Noquet askedp olietely.

She nodded. “Why—thy yes. But why
are you here? Unless For an instant
a shadow of fear crossed her face.

“Unless Alfred Dietz has done some-
thing wrong. He assured me that he had

returned to Germany and put his passport
in order, and that it was all right for him
to be back in France.” She looked away
in embarrassment. “I suppose you know
all about the young man and me——”

Noquet nodded. “More than you think,
Madame. But what I have come to see
you about has nothing to do with illegal
entry. Just untimely departures of some
of your relatives.”

He took Marie Besnard to the Loudon
jail for questioning, marshalling all the
facts of the dossier and awaiting further
reports on autopsies on the Lalleron sisters
at Trois Moutiers, and on Besnard’s par-
ents. They were all, it ‘turned out, the
victims of poison.

With this evidence Marie Besnard was
indicted for the murder of her husband on
August 17, 1949, and by the time of her
trial in February, 1950, it was found that
her own mother, who had left her ‘5,000,-
000 francs, an aunt, Helene Lecomte, and
Alice Bodin all had traces of poison in
their corpses. The string of deaths didn’t
end there. After she had been sentenced
to life imprisonment at Loudon Woman’s
Prison it was found that at the last reckon-
ing she had done away with 13 of her
relatives and profited by their deaths to
the extent of 25,000,000 francs.

A sequel to her story was written in
July, 1951, with the mutiny of the women
in the prison at Loudon. They went on
a sit-down strike first in their demands for
a change in assignments for prison per-
sonnel. It got them nowhere, so they went
on a hunger strike that called their com-
plaint to the attention of all France.
Everyone decided that justice was on their
side, for once.

For what they were griping about was
understandable: Marie Besnard, the most
notorious poisoner of the century, was in
charge of the kitchen and prepared all the
ae for the prisoners with her own little
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DEAD GIRL IN HIS DREAMS

Continued from page 31

The door which led to a small balcony
outside the room was locked, as were
the windows.

Doctor B. W. Rhamy, city toxicologist,
arrived with Coroner Walter E. Kruse.
Taylor left them to examine the body
while he talked to Lillian Kelly.

Miss Kelly stated that she knew of no
reason why Alice May Girton had been
murdered. She had admitted the girl’s
fiance, at least she thought he was her
fiance, at about eight o’clock. He had left
after Miss Kelly had retired. Moreover,
it was utterly impossible that Phil Wallace
could have killed the girl. It was obvious
that he was in love with her.

Captain Taylor had been in the police
business long enough to know that lovers
are guilty of more murders than casual
acquaintances. But he said nothing.

“And I didn’t hear anything,” Miss Kelly
said. “No sound of a fight or raised
voices. I have no idea when Phil left.”

“Do you know,” asked Taylor, “where
this Wallace lives?”

Lillian Kelly didn’t. Neither did the
two boarders. Corey hadn't even been
aware of the fact that Alice May had
entertained a visitor on the previous eve-
ning. But the other boarder, Adrian
Miller, knew all about it.

Taylor interviewed Miller in his room.
The student carefully closed the door be-
fore he spoke.

“Captain,” he said, “EL think L can throw

some light on this case. I am a serious
student of psychology.”.

Taylor had dealt with amateur psychol-
ogists before. He had learned to let them
talk. On occasion vital facts could ‘be
gleaned from the spate of words.

“First,” said Miller, “Miss Girton was
an unusual girl. She was very well read,
very well educated. I’ve talked to her a
great deal. But we must also consider
the matter of her deformed left hand.”

Taylor sat in patient silence. Miller
went on.

“This hand caused her to keep pretty
much to herself, to keep away from her
social equals. Because of her shyness she
mixed with people who weren’t of her
own class.”

Taylor said, “Are you referring to Phil
Wallace?”

Miller nodded. “Off hand, I’d say he
was a criminal type. Of course, I don’t
know. I’m judging solely by his looks.”

Taylor knew better than that. He was
a first-class police officer who had recently
completed a course in modern detective
work at the National Police Academy un-
der the direction of the F. B. I. in Wash-
ington. Taylor knew quite well that there
is no such thing as a physical criminal
type. But he didn’t contradict Miller. He
only said, “Just what do you know of last
night?”

“Well, my room is near Alice May’s.

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a large envelope. “A young fellow left
this for you,” he told Taylor. ‘Said
you’d understand. I asked him if he
wanted to see you, but he wouldn’t
wait.” .

Taylor ripped open the. envelope and
took out three neatly folded sheets of
paper. He glanced at the last page and
saw that it was signed “Adrian Miller,”
_and dismissing the clerk, he turned back
‘to the first page and began to read:

When I arrived at school this
morning, I started thinking about the
unfortunate death of Alice May Gir-
ton. I wondered how I could help
you in its solution. I think the key-
note is ‘a psychological study of the
characters involved.

As you probably know, Alice came
from a small town and her back-
ground was, in comparison with the
city, rather desolate. Hers was a shel-
tered life. She was alone. Even in
high school, she didn’t have a normal

~ life. She told me that. She didn’t have

any friends or assocations with those
of her own age and class.

The reason for this, I think, was
her deformed hand. Its utter ugliness
worked as a barrier between her and
a normal social life. It set her apart.
It threw her inward and made her
rely upon her own inventions. She
became a subjective, introspective
child. One could see the effect upon
pa face. She always looked a little
sad,

She yearned for friendship. But
she didn’t find it among her class-
mates either at home or at Fort
Wayne. The association of mental
equals was not for her. She sought
another companionship — strangers.
With them, she found a measure of
friendliness.

In particular, this Harold Ford, an
itinerant workingman without her ad-
vantages of schooling but a good-
looking, free-and-easy type, met her,
as I have told you, in a café. He paid
no attention to her deformity and she
liked him for that. In a way, I tried
to warn her against taking chances
with strangers. She laughed it off,
and I made no more mention of it.
» Now that I have shown the back-
ground, let’s examine the immediate
circumstances of the case. When
Harold called last night, he paused
at my door on his way to see Alice.
I noticed he seemed a little startled
when he found me staring directly at
him. Through the evening, I heard
the drone of their voices, and I know
they were still in the room when I
fell asleep. i

Some time later I heard a noise.
You know how it is when something
wakes you up—you can’t explain
much about it. For a time I lay in
bed: listening. The house was very
quiet. Then, suddenly, I heard a
noise that sounded as though some-
body had fallen on the floor of Miss
Girton’s room.

I switched on the lamp near my
bed, got a cigarette and sat up for a
time, smoking. I was vaguely uneasy.

Presently I heard Alice’s door open.
It seemed to have been opened care-
fully. Then it was softly closed.

In the.next instant I saw, by the
light from my room and from that of
a small lamp in the hallway, this
Harold Ford tiptoeing down the hall.
He went directly to the stairs, and I
heard the front door being closed a
moment later.

, I thought his stealthy manner some-

what odd, but decided he had merely
tried to leave the house without dis-
turbing anyone’s sleep. Just before I
turned out my light, I saw that it
was 2:30. That was immediately after
he had gone...

Several more paragraphs followed
before Miller closed with the statement
that he was willing to help in any way
with the investigation. Taylor was im-
pressed with the well-written, careful
analysis of the crime and its back-
ground. Some of the information seem-
ed to be helpful.

For one thing, it fairly well estab-.

lished that Alice had sought out strang-
ers as companions—the kind who would-
n’t notice her withered hand. This might
easily have provided the basis for the
murder. Perhaps someone she had met
recently, and innocently led on, had
been repulsed by the girl and insisted
on having his way with her.
- The captain put down the note and
turned to Harold Ford. “Did Alice Gir-
ton give you any encouragement?” he
asked.

“T think she liked me,” Ford said.

<“But last night you found out she
only wanted to be friends—is that
right?” the captain demanded.

The suspect looked puzzled. “She
didn’t say so.” :

“But that was the general idea, and
you got angry. You lost your head and
you smothered her with a pillow!”

“No!” Ford insisted. “I tell you she
was alive when I left the room.”

Taylor reached for his phone. “We’ll
see,” he said. “I’m going to hold yo
until I get the truth.” :

APTAIN TAYLOR called Prosecu-

tor C. Byron Hayes, who agreed to

provide a warrant for Harold Ford’s °

arrest on-a charge of vagrancy. The
warrant was granted by City ‘Court
Judge William H. Schannan and the
suspect was held under a $5,000 bond.

Safely detained, Ford was questioned
for the rest of the day. But he still de-
nied killing Alice Girton.

Early that evening, the police clerk
again appeared before Captain Taylor.
“That young man who left the letter
this afternoon is here again,” the clerk
said. “He wants to see you.”

Taylor nodded, and Adrian Miller
was ushered into his office. The detec-
tives looked up as the bespectacled,
erudite engineering student broke into
a smile.

“Did you get my letter, Captain?” he
asked eagerly.

“That was a real help, Miller,” Tay-
lor replied, “and I’m glad you dropped

_in now.” Then, waving a hand in the

5
direction of Ford, he asked: “Is this
the man you saw leaving Miss Girton’s
room last night?”

Miller turned to confront the suspect
and his smile faded. “I. couldn’t forget
that face,” he said coldly? “It was two-
thirty when I saw him leave.”

“That’s a lie!” Ford shouted, and
sprang to his feet..An officer eased him
back into his chair.

Taylor got up from behind his desk
and beckoned Miller to follow him into
an adjoining office. There he closed the
door and asked the student to sit down,
“I want to talk.to you about this Har-
old Ford,” he.explained.

Miller nodded and leisurely took out

his pipe and a pouch of tobacco. He

obviously was pleased by the captain’s
attention to his story.

“Your letter had the right slant on
the case,” Taylor said. “Ford seems to
be the right man. He even has a rec-
ord.”

Miller puffed complacently and
smiled. “I’m not surprised, but of
course I don’t know about any of his
past crimes.” ;

“We think he made some advances
toward the girl. Alice probably told him
to get out and he became angry and
killed her.”

“That’s the way I figure it,” Miller
agreed. ‘

“But we can’t get him to admit the
murder,” Taylor continued. “The one
thing that puzzles us is how she was
killed. You see, there are no marks on
her body. We may not be able to break
this case unless I can confront Ford
with a statement of. how he killed her.
You got any ideas?”

Miller threw an arm over the back
of his-chair, crossed his legs and dan-
gled one foot up and down as he puffed
pensively on his pipe. Taylor deliberate-
ly waited several minutes. Then he said
suddenly: ‘Ford admitted they had a
pillow fight, but he—”

“That’s it!” Miller interrupted*jump-
ing to his feet. “He smothered her with
a pillow. Now you can accuse him of
the crime!” °

The captain’ looked at the student
curiously. “Why. are you so sure?” he
asked.

“His admission of the pillow fight
gives him away;” Miller said quickly.
“A study. of psychology will show you
that. A man guilty of a serious crime
like this one can’t get himself to make
a total denial. He eludes, in his own
mind as well as in statements to the
police, the real confession of the crime
by making up a story that has some
detail of the crime in it. In this case,
it’s the pillow..Do you see?”

Taylor was noncommittal. ‘Maybe
you’re right,” he said. “We’ll try that
angle.”

The captain led the husky engineer-
ing student to the door. “Keep in touch
with us,” he advised. “We'll let you

. know how we make out.”

Miller nodded with a smirk. “I’m
very much interested in this case. It has
some psychological angles worth watch-
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Taylor returned to his desk and sum-
moned Smith and Kammeyer. He told
them of Miller’s strange knowledge of
the manner in which Alice Girton was
slain, allegedly the result of psycho-
logical deduction,

“T think he’s lying,” he captain ad-
ded. “Miller knows too much for an
‘innocent man. If his own theory about
a ‘killer making up a partially true
story is correct, then his letter to me
isa giveaway!” |

NCE AGAIN the lawmen went
over the facts in the case to make
sure they had overlooked nothing. They
summoned Ford from his cell for an-
other grilling. But the gangling furnace
repairman stuck to his denial of guilt.
. Convinced at last that the suspect might
be telling the truth, Taylor sent him!
back to his cell.

Shortly before midnight, the ‘captain
left headquarters with Smith and Kam-
meyer. They walked quickly to Mrs.
Kelly’s rooming house and rang the
bell. The landlady came to the door,
and Taylor asked if Adrian Miller was
there. “‘He’s upstairs,” she said.

Moving softly, the three detectives
mounted the stairs to the second floor.
They found Miller’s door partly open
_and his room in darkness. Taylor

stepped inside.

Smith followed with a flashlight and
turned its beam on the bed. Miller was
sleeping soundly, his face toward the
wall. The captain walked over and
shook the man’s shoulder. In a moment
he sat up and stared, squinting, into the
light from the torch. He was not yet
fully awake.

“Whaddeya want?”
thickly.

“We’re the police,” Taylor snapped.
“What time did Harold Ford leave
Alice Girton’s room last night?”

“Two o'clock,” Miller said with a
yawn.

“That’s what I thought,” the cap-
tain remarked.

“No, it was two-thirty,”
rected.

“What time did you hear that noise
when Alice fell?”

“It was after two, I’m sure.”

“How did you know that she fell?”

“I didn’t. You said she did.”

“You know too much, Miller,” Tay-
lor declared. “You knew she was
smothered by a pillow, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know anything about it,”
the student whined, twisting his head
from side to side to evade the accusing
light.

“When did you stuff the panties into
her mouth? Before or after she was
dead?”

“Before—no, after. Oh, I don’t mean

‘ that! I’m all mixed up. Let me alone!”

“Then you killed her?” Taylor asked
sharply.

_ Terror glittered in Miller’s eyes. Wide

awake now, he seemed to realize he
had made damaging admissions. He
suddenly covered his face with his
hands and began to sob.
“You killed the girl,

62

he mumbled

Miller cor-

didn’t . you?”

Taylor demanded again, “Answer me!"

“Yes,” Miller ‘said.

At a signal from the captain, Smith
turned on the room lights. Miller took
his hands from his face and looked in
bewilderment at the detectives.

“Get dressed,” Taylor snapped. Slow-
ly, without a word, the hapless student
climbed out of bed and began to ni
on his clothes.

ROUGHT to headquarters, Miller
made a full confession in the pres-
ence of Assistant Prosecutor Otto Koe-
nig and a police stenographer. He spoke
much as he had written.

“I was in love with Alice,” he be-
gan. “I fell in love with her the day
she came to live at Mrs. Kelly’s. She
often came to my room for help in
her studies. But it was only a friendly
association on her part, while I was
mad with desire- for her. She cleverly
evaded my attempts to show her I
cared very deeply.

“Then she began going out with
Ford. I found she had known him
before coming to the boardinghouse.
It made me angry, furiously jealous. 1
tried to break it up by telling her
that he was a dangerous man. She
paid no attention to me.

“Then last night, he called.again. I
could see them laughing and talking
through the open door. You have no
idea what bitter, raging thoughts passed
through my brain. She had turned me
down, an intelligent man, for this—
this transient.”

Miller went on to say that he deter-
mined to take vengeance on them both.
As the hour grew late, he planned his
course of action. The moment Ford
left, he would go to Alice and give her
a last chance to show her affection for
him. If that failed, he would kill her
and Ford would. be blamed. The others
in the house knew Ford was calling, but
Miller would be the only one to say
when he actually had gone. The rest
all would be asleep.

Miller continued his story. He said
that. Ford left about two o’clock and
that he, Miller, knocked on Alice’s
door. On account of the late hour
Alice was reluctant to admit him. He
shoved the door open and entered,
told her he wanted a showdown, that
he loved her and Ford didn’t, that he
wanted to know where he stood.

The girl ordered him out, and he lost
control, “went insane,” he said. He
shoved her back quickly and she ‘fell
on the bed. Before she could cry out
he clapped a hand over her mouth,
grabbed a pillow and held it over her

face until the girl went limp. He grab-.

bed the girl’s panties and stuffed them
into her mouth, and the movement
caused the girl’s body to fall from the
edge of the bed to the floor. This was
why, Miller explained, he’d mentioned
in his letter that he’d heard a. noise
before Ford left. If anyone else had
heard the noise, he’d be safe, he fig-
ured.

Miller went on to say that he put
out Alice’s light and left the room,

washed his hands and his face and ex-
amined them for cuts. There were no
cuts, so he went to bed and fell asleep.

He signed a confession and was
locked up for the night.

He was arraigned next day before
Judge Schannan, who ordered him held
on a charge of first-degree murder.
Harold Ford, upon whom Miller had
tried to pin the crime, was released.
The charge of vagrancy was dropped,
and Ford was cleared of any connection
with the murder.

While Miller was awaiting trial, in-
vestigators digging into ‘his past un-
covered a lurid background. At 19
he had left his home in Racine, Wis-
consin, and» found work on tramp
steamers that: carried him all over the
world.

He told police that at Philadelphia he
had shot and killed a crewman he
had found looting the captain’s cabin,
and tossed the body into the harbor.
eee this he was discharged from the
ship.

On the West Coast, Miller had been
arrested for violation of the Mann
Act, and had served seven months of
a two-year term. He went to Peru
as boss of a labor gang and remained
four years. Then he had _ suddenly
packed up and returned to the United
States. In Indiana, he had met and
fallen in love with Alice May Girton.

Early in 1939, Adrian Miller went
on trial for murder. A jury found him
guilty and he was sentenced to die.

On August 16, after a series of le-
gal delays, Miller was strapped into the
electric chair at Indiana State Peni-
tentiary and put to death.

Note: The name Harold Ford is fic-
titious, to protect the identity of a per-

-son innocently involved in the murder

investigation,

THE RAT WHO WANTED TO RULE
(Continued from page 25)

off a gambling debt—the Last Chance

Tavern was in need of an operator. So
quietly did that operator move into
control of the place that it was several
years before anyone but Binaggio knew
that Binaggio was running the joint.

Te he had been set back by
ballots, Binaggio still knew the gamc
of bullets better than anybody else. And
when the time came he was to prove
that he knew a little bit about the bal-
lot racket too.

The time arrived when 78 indict-
ments were sent out by the grand jury
which had examined Prosecutor Kim-
brell’s ballot-fraud evidence. Among
those indicted were county officials,
precinct captains, election workers.
Many of them were valuable to the
machine. |

On May 27th, 1947, Binaggio—or
somebody—made a move to protect the
indicted. That night two steel doors on
the courthouse vault where the election
fraud evidence was stored were blasted
open. All the evidence and the records
of the two-month investigation were

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ROOM WITH BATH AND BLOOD

(Continued from page 41 )

front veranda on the ground floor and
above it, a roofed balcony opening off
the second. Mrs. Kelly pointed. “That’s
her room up there,” she said.

Taylor followed the landlady into the
house. On the way to the stairs, he
glanced through an arched doorway
into the dining room. Two men were
still at the table, finishing their break-
fast; one young, the other of middle
age. “Tenants of mine,” Mrs. Kelly
whispered. “I haven’t told them about
Alice. I came straight to you first.”

“Just as well,” Taylor said. “We'll
want to talk with them later.”

Upstairs, the landlady waited outside
in the hall while the captain entered
Alice Girton’s room. The body ‘lay at
the side of the bed, from which the
lower sheet hung down diagonally, in-
dicating that she had been rolled or
dragged off the mattress to the floor.

Bending over the corpse, Taylor no-
ticed at once that the girl’s left hand
was deformed, withered to half its nor-
mal size. Except for this imperfection,
her body was symmetrical and well-
developed.

No bruises or other marks of vio-
lence were visible.’ Then Taylor saw
that a pair of silk panties had been
stuffed into the girl’s mouth. Apparently
she had been suffocated, yet it seemed
incredible that the killer could have

held the body in place until she was

dead without causing a commotion
which would have aroused the house-
hold. And there were no signs what-
ever of a struggle.

Glancing around the room, the cap-
tain saw its furnishings neatly in place.
Near the bed was a large dresser cov-
ered with toilet articles, framed photo-
graphs and a silk-shaded lamp. , Be-
tween the two windows on the Oppo-
site side was a writing table covered
with a heavy fringed scarf, On it were
books, pencils, writing pads and-other
school supplies. The single misplaced
article in the room was a Pillow. It lay
on the floor beside the corpse.

Taylor walked over to the French

. door leading to the balcony and tried

it. The door was locked, as were the
windows. Iit was clear that the slayer
had entered and left through the hall
door.

The captain called Mrs. Kelly into
the room. “Did you hear any sounds
up here last night?” he inquired. “Any
screams, loud talk or quarreling?”

“Not a thing,” the landlady replied.
“My room is downstairs, in the back.
I’m a light sleeper, but I awakened only
oncé. That was when the young man

“left.”

- Taylor looked up narrowly. ‘What
young man?”

“I don’t know his name. He’s been
calling on Alice for several nights.”
Mrs. Kelly added that she had a firm
rule against her women lodgers receiv-
ing men in their rooms, but occasion-

‘. ally waived it in the case of such an

obviously nice girl as Miss Girton and
only on the condition that her door was

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left open.

“When did he leave?” the captain .

demanded,

“I don’t know exactly,” the landlady
said, “but it must have been quite late.
He came around eight o'clock. I let
him in. He was still here when I went
to bed.”

She described the dead girl’s caller
as tall and slender, in his late 20’s, with
dark hair and heavy-lidded eyes. She
had no. idea where he lived, nor did she
know anything else about the man.

“What about your other roomers?”
Taylor asked. “Did any of them men-
tion hearing any unusual noises last
night?”

“No, but I haven’t talked to them
about this.” *

“Don’t say a word. Just ask the. oth-
ers not to leave until I have a chance
to see them.”

Mrs. Kelly, still stunned by the trag-
edy, nodded. “I suppose you noticed
her. hand,” she said. “Alice had been
crippled since childhood. Infantile pa-
ralysis. I think it must have affected
her whole life. She was very self-con-
scious about it, but she seemed flattered
when men talked to her.”

The doorbell rang and the landlady
went down to answer it. Allen County
Coroner Walter E. Kruse and Dr. B.
W. Rhamy, rat! toxicologist, came up
to the room, followed by two men with
a stretcher.

LS ever and Doctor Rhamy made a

careful examination of the body,

which furnished Taylor with important
information, They found that the girl
had been dead not more than seven
hours. It was then nine o’clock, mean-
ing that she had died some time after
2 a.m.

‘ Both medical men agreed that Alice
had not been killed by the gag. It was
not far enough back ‘in her throat to
have caused suffocation, indicating she
was already dead when it was thrust
into her mouth,

“Then how did she die?” Taylor de-
manded.

“I can’t say for sure,” Doctor Rhamy
replied. “But it appears she was suffo-
cated in some other manner, possibly
with that pillow on the floor. The pan-
ties were stuffed into her mouth as a
needless precaution. In other words, the
killer was taking no chances.”

The captain nodded. “It probably was
the pillow. That would account for the
absence of a struggle or any outcries.”

There’ were indications, Doctor.
Rhamy said, that the girl had been
raped. This could not be established for
certain, however, until the autopsy was
completed.

Nevertheless, the officers were con-
vinced that the slayer had been bent on
a sexual attack. Alice Girton’s clothing,
except for the wadded-up panties, lay
neatly across a nearby chair. At the
foot of the bed, just beneath the ‘cov-
ers, was her sheer silk nightgown.

Obviously, the lithe young redhead.
already had undressed and prepared to
retire when she was assaulted. The kill-
er had stripped off her gown and smoth-

ered her with the pillow in order to
carry out his evil purpose. Later, in a
panic, he had grabbed up the Panties
from the chair and stuffed the garment
into her mouth to make certain she
was dead.

Captain Taylor looked up as other
detectives arrived from headquarters.
While Doctor Rhamy .and Coroner
Kruse followed the ‘stretcher-bearers
down to the street with the body, Tay-
lor briefed his. men on what had been
developed. -

Then Sergeants Horace Smith and
Martin Kammeyer joined the Captain in
a careful examination of the dead girl’s
personal effects. Most of them were put
away neatly in the dresser drawers.

Alice had saved her high school re-
port cards. Her marks were invariably
high, and her deportment was excei-
lent. With the cards were letters from
her parents in Winchester. Their com-
ments indicated they were pleased with
the progress she was making in business
college. There was no hint of any trou-
ble or distress.,

In a far corner of one drawer, the
lawmen found the girl’s leather-bound
diary. Taylor read the contents slowly
as the others looked over his shoulders.
For the most part, it was the innocuous
record of the daily doings of an average
young woman, but the last few entries
seemed significant. Alice had written
that she was having dates with a young
man named Harold Ford. They had
gone to dances together and occasion-
ally a movie, and sometimes they had
dinner downtown. °

The first reference to Ford in the
diary stated that she had met him in a
café on Berry Street. She had gone
there alone and Ford had stopped at
her table to talk with her. Pleased with
his looks and manner, she had agreed
to see him again. ;

Alice had described her new ac-
quaintance as tall, dark and handsome.
She noted that he was a furnace re.
pairman, apparently employed. by a
local firm. This was a Jead which should
be fairly easy to check.

There was nothing in the diary to
indicate that the girl feared anyone or
had any foreknowledge of danger. Cer-
tainly, she seemed to have nothing but
trust and confidence in Harold Ford.

Taylor dropped the journal into his
pocket and accompanied the other de-
tectives downstairs. Several uniformed
men were waiting in the vestibule. He
sent one up to guard the room and sta-
tioned the others around the house.

We Sergeants Smith and Kam-
meyer began a systematic search
of the premises for possible clues, in-
cluding fingerprints, Taylor turned his
attention to the two male lodgers he
had seen at the breakfast table. He
found them waiting for him in the liv-
ing room, where Mrs. Kelly introduced
them. ‘

The younger ‘man was named Adrian
Miller. He wore steel-rimmed glasses
and his high forehead gave the impres-
sion of superior intelligence. Clad in a
light zipper jacket, he sat in a lounge

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_ chair calmly smoking a pipe. Mrs.

Kelly explained that Miller: was an

engineering freshman at the Indiana

Technical College in Fort Wayne.
Across the room, on a sofa, sat a

. thin little man in his middle 40’s. The

landlady introduced him as Charles
Wright, an accountant in a lumber yard
on the south side of town: Wright kept
looking at his watch, obviously anxious
to leave for work. ;

Both men expressed surprise and
shock when Taylor informed them,
without mentioning any details of the
crime, that Alice May Girton had been
murdered some time the previous night.

“I understand you both sleep on the
second floor,” the captain added. “I
want to know if either of you heard or

‘saw anything suspicious during the

night.” ;

Wright said he had retired early and
slept soundly throughout the night. He
could recall nothing at all unusual.

Adrian Miller, the student, put down
his pipe and leaned forward. “Maybe I
can help you, Captain,” he offered. “My
room isn’t far from Alice Girton’s.
Sometimes I‘ could hear her moving

‘ around in there. Last night, about eight

.

o’clock, a young man called on her. I
saw him when he passed my open door.
He was a tall fellow, good-looking, with
dark hair and drooping eyelids. He
looked straight at me as he walked
past.” i .
The captain nodded. The description
of the girl’s visitor checked with what
Mrs. Kelly already had told him.
“This man stayed with Alice all eve-
ning,” Miller continued. “I thought it
was a little strange, because she was a
nice girl and never had men. in her
room that late. He was still there when
I turned in at about one o’clock. I slept
for a while. Later I woke up and saw,

him leave. You see, I keep my door,

open for ventilation.”

“You're sure it was the same dark-
haired. chap you saw leave?” Taylor
asked.

“I’m positive. I’d say it was around
half-past two.” 4:

If the student’s recollection “was ac-
curate, that would place the slain girl’s
visitor on the scene at about the. time
of the murder. “Do you know anything
about this man?” Taylor asked quickly.

Miller nodded. “I had a talk with
Alice about him here in the living room
one evening last week—I believe it was
Tuesday, just before dinner. She told
me a few things, how she had first met
him and that he had been‘in Fort
Wayne only a couple of months.”

“Did she mention his name?”

“No, but I heard her call him by his
first name when she met him at the
door of her! room last night. It was
Harold.” .

“Harold Ford,” Taylor completed.

“Alice wrote about him in her. diary.”

“That must be it,” the student agreed.
“He’d been calling on her for several
nights. But he never stayed that late
before, so far as I know.” —_*

Miller said he had no_ idea where
Ford lived, but promised Taylor he

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would remain available to supply fur-
ther information if needed. '

The captain returned to headquarters
with Smith and Kammeyer, who had
found nothing helpful in their further
search of the rooming house. Their
next task, they agreed, was to find Har-
old Ford.

Taylor had a fairly good description
of the suspect, and also knew that he
had met Alice Girton in a Berry Street
café. Perhaps he was a frequenter ‘of
restaurants and dance halls in that
neighborhood. From a city directory,
the captain obtained a list of such
places and handed it to his two ser-
geants.

He pointed out that the landlady had
told him Alice formerly had roomed at
the WCTU home, which was located at
424 Berry St. “It’s possible that the
café where she met Ford is near there,”
Taylor said. “At least, that’s the place
to start. Canvass the entire neighbor-
hood and see if you can get-a line
on this fellow.”

It was now about eleven o’clock on
the morning of Monday, October 10th,
1938. Shortly. before noon, Coroner
Kruse called Taylor with the results of
the autopsy. As they had suspected,
Alice May Girton had been criminally
assaulted before she was slain. The the-
ory that she was suffocated before the
panties were stuffed into her mouth
had been substantiated.

ITHIN the next hour, Sergeant
Smith phoned the captain that he
and ‘Kammeyer had picked up Ford’s

trail. The suspect was known in the.

Berry Street district and had been seen
there that morning.

A. few minutes after 2 p.m., the de-
tectives took their man into custody and
brought him to headquarters for ques-
tioning.

Harold Ford was a gangling young
man with thick hair, a stubborn mouth
and sullen, dark eyes that seemed half

~ asleep as he was led before Taylor. The
, captain motioned him to a chair across

the desk. .
Ford licked his lips nervously as he
gave his age at 18 and said his home

‘ was in Riga, Michigan. After some hes-

itation, he admitted knowing Alice May
Girton. Under stern grilling by Taylor,
he conceded that he had met her for
the first time the previous Tuesday eve-
ning in a café on Berry Street.

“I was sitting with a couple of
friends and this girl came into the
place,” he recalled. “I went over to her
table, sat down and started talking. We
danced a little, and I took her home. I
thought she was cute.”

Alice was then living at the WCTU
home, Ford added, in the same neigh-
borhood where he roomed. When he
saw her next, it was Friday and she had
moved to a new place, Mrs. Kelly’s
house on Lafayette Street. He took her

. home that evening, he said, but she did

not invite him inside.
By this time, Ford. had fallen hard
for the redhead. They went to a dance

on Monday night, and Tuesday they

went to a movie. He began talking
about going steady with her.

“What about last night, Wednesday?”
Taylor asked.

“I called at her house about eight

“o'clock,” Ford said, “and the landlady

let me in. I told Alice I didn’t feel like
going out, so we stayed in all evening.”

“What time did you leave?”

Ford hesitated. “I’m not sure,” he
said at last. “It was after midnight, I
guess, but not much later.”

“What do you mean by ‘not much’?”
Taylor snapped. “You know it was
nearly three hours later”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that late,” the
suspect insisted. “It couldn’t have been
more than two o’clock at the outside.”

The captain was grim. “That’s more
like it. As a matter of fact, I have a
witness who says you left around two-

‘thirty. He saw you leave the Girton

girl’s room at that time.”

Taylor turned to Smith. “Call the
police chief at Riga and ask him to
check on this man,” he ordered.

The sergeant left to place the call and
the captain resumed his questioning.

“What happened while you were with
Alice up in her room last night?” he
demanded.

Ford shrugged. “Nothing much. We
talked, ‘and she tried to teach me a
guessing game, but I wasn’t good at it.
My mistakes made her laugh.”

“Did you quarrel with her?”

“Quarrel?” the youth repeated, rais-
ing his brows. “Why, we had a pillow
fight, but it was only in fun.”

Taylor studied him narrowly. “Any-
thing else?”

Ford shook his head. “Say,” he asked
suddenly. “Has something happened to
Alice?”

“She’s been murdered,” the captain
said evenly. “She was killed some time
after two this morning. Looks bad for
you, son.”

The youth sprang to his feet, his eyes
wide at last. “But I left before two

o’clock!” he declared. “Alice saw me °

to the door and she was all right then.”

Taylor and Kammeyer stared in sil-
ence at young Ford as he sank back
into his chair. “I’m no killer,” he mut-
tered, bowing his head. ““You’ve got to
believe me.”

-N a few minutes, Smith returned to
the room. “This man has a record,
all right,” he told the ,captain. “The po-
lice at. Riga said he was arrested in
Michigan a year ago on a’ larceny
charge. He was convicted and served
two months.” ‘

Ford grudgingly admitted that was
true. He denied having any other
brushes with the law.

“By the way, who started that pillow
fight—you or Alice?” Taylor asked.

“I guess I did,” Ford admitted. “I
don’t know why. I didn’t hit her hard—
just a light tap with the pillow—and she
took up another and threw it at me.
The fight didn’t last .long, and we
laughed about it afterward.”

The captain was about to ask another

_ question when a police clerk brought in

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a honor list. in 1930. She married of his death, disability -or absence, { to the youthful murderer, the Cor
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oq . LI E . ; Captain Mollison shortly before he by his deputy, to 2 room inside the T ordered him returned to jail, a
i EFE R WEDS made his Atlantic Rights 67%. * | wall of said’ prison arranged for ‘ ; om hl
: ; held for a period of two wecks
> is ve " ne A E. said purpose, and there put to death ie s
z re “Father Nile” 52 by having caused to pass through nh being ee prison.
: ; if body a current of electricity of suf- Moore apparently did not cle:
he Nil s y ;
The : e is unique sinong rivers ficient intensity to cause death, and’ ly understand he was to be kept
of the world. Although it 4s 3,500 icati i 7
: Aas the application and continuance of lthe county jail here for two we
miles long, it has no tributaries for | such current through the body . of i .
the Yast 1,700 miles of a8 Journey’ } such defendant unti] such defend- before he 4s to be taken to Mic
to the sea, targely throvgh desert, , ant is dead. All of ‘which shall be gan City. Enroute down. the b
Several streams discharge Anto it | done ‘by the warden of said prison. stairs in custody o: Sheriff
above this point. The fow is s4 “The clerk of this court is hereby |Mannix and deputy, Moore inq\
light in summer that the mouths of {ordered to certify to the warden of |¢@ whether or not he was to
' the Nile are entirely closed “hy said prison under his hand and the main here for that length of ti

ai seal of this court the foregaing or- “Then I'm to be here for
dams, but at the height of the flood fer and judgment ‘of the Court, weeks?” Moore asked. He was

: ; ; Rod - season of inundation it is @ torrent { A ertified, he to \that he would be here that lo
§ ao discharging 13,000) cubic yards per beyond Sete, ee gis Sheriff Mannix awaited five n
Pwecond. (8) 7 eA ee hoses 4d thority in this behalf, and said war- utes for the.crowd to leave the
= <= 20°.) den. shall in due time, return the er corridor of the court house,
YOUTHFUL SLAYER same with his doings thereon to; they did not move. Then he
is Ohi :. dthis Oourt. Mees SOR Gy termined to take the prisoner. }
ae ; Al] of which is finally ordered, to jail through the south doo
‘Conunued “tum Font pase - adiudged and decreed.by the court.” | the court house. The crowd
: SS Young Moore heard the sentence | surged toward that door, but
| <2 ake. fe Ey, ee IL ee the entire reading with a gaze fix- j unflinchingly. He stood through- | people wert held back by Oj
| ye NER Pee : ed on the floor.- One out all the proceedings from the from Deputy Cline. ;
| ng epry tee eee His blonde uncombed hair, part- “time the indictment wes read to} AS the sheriff and prisoner
| : booms 36% BRR RRS Se oes ed near the top of his head, fel). on him. ~ 2" TOKEN S the court house walk to get
| } * d : i , both sides of his ‘face. His exXpres-; ee Topching Scene”. the snow-covered strect, an
San Se rriys ision was not that of fright. He| -The courtroom was -crowded mobile, driven by Miss Velma |
jhad prepared himself for the worst ‘with . spectators. A death-like passed going east. Sheriff Mt
and desired the death penalty. — silence swept over ithe room as! stopped her car and command
Dressed in the same elothing he Moore was led in. Women with | it to take the prisoner pack

onded the wedding in the Riverside church, } wore at the time he slew his aunt tears in their eves heard the Tead- Rev. Edward Boncy, pastor. ©
feller 3rd, grandson of the oil king, and the !and uncle at their well-kept farm pig y the ; Patino ay and “ sen- ‘st. John’s Catholic church,

“Cow f > {ed at the jail for the .7

| of the prisoner. He had’ co

yoker, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Elon H. | residence nine miles east of here, tence. Court attaches were moved.
} answer to a summons from §&

eenwich, Conn. Several thousand uninvited |he presented a pitiful sight stand- The young killer presented a piti-
-s surrounding the church, hoping to get a jing there before a court of justice. fu] .sight, keenly remorseful; but |
shown above as they left the ceremony. - , He wore a dark brown, shabby- desiring to pay for his wrong-do- | Mannix ‘at the request of the
- looking overcoat which. was much jngs with his own life, as exacted a _Rev. Boney was admitt
O D {too short for him. He stands six under the law of the state. ; gor ane single cell in the |
r n ange rous \feet in height. Under the over-, It was the first time in the his- | Newspaper men were barred |
coat he wore a blue wool jacket ‘tory of Blackford county anyone , the pastor talked wwith the yo |
penalty | After Rev. Boney's dep

with a zipper front, dark trousers, eceived the supreme
r J ungle,Sea, D ese rt | a grey wool shirt, and black ox- a phir in any Bers of justice. | Moore requested Sheriff Man
: : : | fords. It was the jacket which was, Confesses to Grand Jury . turn ‘out the light directly i
2)—-Amy , after flying across Europe and then nee’ 20 SdenHEy Di days before At 5 o'clock Thursday after-| Sar as om pyre D
‘ard the , spanning the Mediterranean. ..' : as. 4 noon Moore was taken before : ; “i
i ‘the ers : i The slayer was tired and
e today | The flight from Oran tdok 4 reo rar by fw Riera 1 rg gion $009 0 sea a wont! —both of mind and body. }
of the ' over some 2,000 miles of the Sa-; When the clerk had finished one tonight: He waived his rights | ridden some 50) miles fro
er at-|hara. With little chance that her |Teading the indictment to him, he 45 tell of the murders and how lginia, Minn.. since shortly
~ jungle | tiny plane would have been found | Was asked by the court whether OF shot his uncle and aunt. He cried | midnight Tuesday.
sands of} for days, if at all, if she had ‘been |not he was guilty of the charge. \before the sober body, { During the tmp he had
own air- | forced down. Miss Johnson was). |, Spoke Only Onoe:- | any manner of play for sympathy. about stern Indiana justic
tival of | “missing” for almost thirty-six Are you guilty or not -guilty,”:s7e was merely #@ broken-fown | did not appear frichtened. }
the court asked. “Guilty,” replied youth, sorry for the errors he had! concern was over pos sbi
nch ,the youth in a tone. hardly ‘@U- inade against society “as ’a whole,| Violence.» S
Upper Niger,'dible.. It was the only Word ang against himself. He well new {omens the night. Ti
had | instead of to Niema,-a camel post ; Moore spoke during the ‘entire onen he testifed before the jury ept
peat the} where her husband landed on his | time he was in the court room. | \-that it would probably mean nis]
reventeen | flight. . estes ohe .. | He shook his head negatively; i iire. He expected the supreme. attempt oy
tes made; Captain Mollison, in hen he was then ‘asked by Judge ' penalty and felt that in all justice | physical and menial stral
m James , not “unduly worried fhe knew of any legalj he deserved death.-* 0.8. = * | eiatmed his consciousness
aan. who | news of his wife, for ‘¢ hat | y ce, at that time.) ne boy was alone so far Bs De-s was fast asleep.
ight air-; npecngaoieeg sepa the ar e; ced , anyone he new anes S: Death Poralty Affiday
| slow. But he prepared the “heart's | None of his. relatives) The following + tne tex
ay the: conteri” to leave England and ]ooK coa court room wth him | prand jury indictinent:
at, after; for her if She was not reported ing the terms © d derstood none of them “state of Indiv
SS John-| within thirty-six hohrs. ‘after spreading h ; te to} Blackford County. 88:
sume her: The next stage of the flight was . bench before him, began yeading: ‘ neral have even “In the Blackiv: ad Circui
‘Angola, | 1.000 miles from Gao to Doula,j “It is now ordered and adiudged | "sen him sinc ugeptember Term. 1932.
own yes- | Cameroons, over forests and moun-j; by the Court that John E. Moore. Ferien with him “The State of Indiana,
In a mes-j tains in which her plane could; the ‘said defendant, is guilty of  Qciock Thursday ue Eee VS.
that she{ have been Jost forever. She reach- murder in the first degree as ger che oer “John E. Moore.
he flight,; ed Doula on Wednesday, and then} charged in the indictment; that he! Qnaer the Indiava stautes gov- The grand jury of Blackfq
“Desert | started for Mossamedes, but war ibe taken into custody by the sher- | ering the bain Oe ee degree
h she con-; forced down by lack-of of] pressure , iff of Blackford county and after 3 | € wi atte’ th eet evgonn-
, making | at Benguela, where it appeared for ; space of two weeks be taken by said mur¢ sd ot ag if ee eonene
ossamedes, | a while that she would have to give ; sheriff to the Indiana state prison. | mitting robbery, the Get Pe
‘ : | up the flight while still several} there to be safely kept until the W385 mandatory. "fy {.-< 2
y was tyé-| hours ahead of her husband’s rec-'second day of March. 1933. -and:“
he adven-) ord. eg grat Ree og Ft that before the hour of sunrise on L
whe set; But Miss Johnson, who is he? said day that he be taken by said

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» dan- }'normally. She left . for, Mossa ° : lg
wn in the} medes, where she arrived Sae5 seca ght Bearer
if the Sa-j| night 1,400 miles from her goal, ; , cue. , ;

Bedouin ; and after a brief rest began the BY @s°% phthalate Ch . MEE ONY Fads: aa
death — fast 7 of the record breaking Fd ‘ ‘icigiagais i Ori ola t nan 24
utains and, flight. iss Johnson, now only 24 a T 4 TT ER ES 3 7
had to fly.' years old, started an unannounced F ‘ Re n us ‘
ughter of a} solo flight fyom England to Aus- EG x , ‘
da im the} tralia two years ago. She had pur- - WTA, VW SAIL. W Si or the NBC
Hh jater set-, chased an old plane at a Londen Se ~ i
i merchant, airdrome and worked on it until Bx | Network at 9 0 Clock to Bear
Lympne air- | the machine was ready for the ; :

- tonda’.| long ordeal of her proposed flight. Rag a F 2 CS ; ok
d to tell his. Her father came to the field to tell 3 pk, 2 EN iy Git Ee a aed
nded im his, her bre. With very little k “4 ey N E}s eg bie ae eee f
e, “Heart's cecome: she toos of in her “ola p>

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THE HART

DETAILED CONFESSION

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(Continued nen, Les page)

tals from ‘the first statements he
made at Virginia:

After some qualifying questions
in which he told of his name, age:
and residence, Prosecutor Em-
. shwiller asked him whether or not
he had lied at the Virginia ques-
tioning concerning the diamond
ring he had en his. person when
arrested last Monday morning.
fe said that he had lied about the
ring when the said that. he had!
pought it.. j

The ring, it has been established
through a certain serial humber,
was purchased by the dead man
jast Christmas for his wife.. It was
purchased from a local jeweler who
identified the ring.
“.  @—Where was the ring _ out
there, John :
~ A—Upstairs on the dresser.

Q.—Where were the watches
A—On the dresser.

He was questioned on whether or
not he took anything from the up-
stairs bureau drawer, and he an-
swered that he did not. “I didn’t
get nothing out of the bureau
drawer,” he said. ‘

He told Prosecutor Emshwiller
he did go through a bookcase at
the Moore home Friday night
looking for some of his letters.

Going into the details of his ac-
tions on the day he committed
the murders, Moore said that he
arrived in Hartford City about
« or 2 o'clock on the Thursday
afternoon preceding the day he
went out to the Moore home. He
said he did not know what he
meant by telling the two “bums”
about owning an automobile and
having’ it out at his uncle's farm,
but did admit telling the two
“floaters” that he did have a ma-
chine out there. He testified he
did not remember telling the two
itinerants about having some mon-
zy in the Pennville, Ind., bank.
Picking up a wedding ring,
- Prosecutor Emshwiller asked
Moore to te}! ebout the article. He,
said he bought it in Chicago this;
past week.

It is presumed he bought the’
wedding ring for Ann Biue, 24-
year-old Tower, Minn., restaurant
waitress. whomi he said he intend-
ed marrying.

Young Moore denied absolutely
that he stole any money from the
Moore home or took any from the

body of Moore as it Jay on the
eaten floor. He said that his
Uncle Beri gave him $50 and his
aunt $18 when he left their home
a little over two weeks ago.

Continuing with the questioning
Prosecutor Emshwitler asked:

- Q—What time did you get out
there, John

A—lIt was late in the evening.
I dont know what time it was.

Q.—Dark yet?
A—Just getting dark.

“At this point the questioning
turned toward detailing the ac-

‘tual murders of the two aged
ople. ~ -

: Wa-aiow did you £0 to the

corpo the pack way through the

orchard.
Q.—What was the first thing you

did? *°
A—Well, I stood by the stove a

in the

t

O—Were the lights on
house? -
A—Yes, in one room.
O.—Which room?
A—In the kitchen
Moore stud thot tl
rhs fn the 11

Lo

was a fire

stove,
tove ior
yaumsc if. |

vere
e recm

bm

tls

¥.] agian fouml - stene

{ his uncle heard the shot.

, for Chicago but stopped in either

she turned the light on?

A.=-No. -

0.—What did you do? What
did you do then, John? '

A.—I went over to the kit-
chen door and then finally
Uncle Bert came in and I shot.
him too. I don’t know why I
did; something must have gone —
wreng with me. I thought an
awful’ Jot of them. |
The boy said he did not believe }
He said
he stood by the kitchen door a}
long time a hic ynatee for the ns
to come in..-.

He said that the ‘aged man stood
by a cabinet in the kitchen he |
thought, when he saw him. He |

|

| said that he did not think ‘his:

uncle .saw him standing in ‘the
kitchen when he- remake in from
milking.

Young Moore ras dashed ‘Show
blood got on the oilcloth of a wash
stand near the door. He said that
he did not know. He said he did
not touch his uncle Bert after he
fell, '

He Kated he hunted up the
watches and some ‘clothing and
then locking the front odor and
pulling the shades he went to the
garage and took the family car for
his escape.

That piece of questioning which 4
broke Moore and caused him to
confess the murders last Thursday
afternoon in Wirginia, yegarding
the usual custom the Moores had
of locking a rear screen door with
‘a spike nail, he denied in his state-
ment, Thursday. He stated Thurs-
day that he did not lock the door
but that his uncle Bert did when
he came in from the barn. He
said he heard him lock it.. At
Virginia he said he locked it, before
he left the house.

He told of his trip in which he
hoped to escape. He said that he
first drove to Pennville, where he
stopped long enough to drink a
cup of coffee, at a restaurant there.

He stated that from Pennville,
he went to Fort Wayne by the way
of Bluffton. He threw the gun out
of the ‘car somewhere between
Pennyille and Bluffton. ‘He told
Prosecutor Emshwiller he headed

South Chicago or Whitley, where
he abandoned the car, took his
clothes and boarded a _ bus into
Chicago.

Q—What were do going inte
Chicago for? 9

A.—Going up north: ee

Q.—What were: you" “going
north for? Zi

A.—To see Ann. ;
Moore regeusted that $20 or more
of the money found o nhis person
when he was arrested be sent to
Ann, his sweetheart. He asked
for Rev. Edward Boney, pastor of
the St. John’s Catholic church
here so that he might make his
peace. He said he realized the
enormity of the , Crime _ -he ‘had:
committed. . 7 aoe,

- When asked what: "he: ‘thought
the consequences would be, he said
“It will be death for me—the soon-°
er the better, too. Nothing to live:
for—only disgrace to everybody.”

Peaks

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Patriotic Sirius: A Shar
Independence hall. was “formally
thrown open as a public. Listorica’
museum July 4, 1876. The collec
tion consists of furniture... mann-
scripts, musical instruments, water
colors, missiles, maps, coins, ‘cur-
reney. weapons, metals, prints,
wearing apparel, uleusils and
wooks, ;

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Just Uld Persian Custom’
Peneath the “Hall of a TMundred
Columns gt: Persepolis archcol-
citing facts

heen

rHlarveye erg Fo owvhie

! persons packed the Cape Town air-!

\ record, daring the perils of storms

 earvition in the ‘mountains and

{ trans-Atlantic

WHEN A ROCKEFELLER WEDS

Two thousand guests attended the wedding in the Riverside ch
New York, of John D. Rockefeller 3rd, grandson of the oil king, an
former Blanchette Ferry Hooker, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Elo
Hooker, of New York and Greenwich, Conn. Several thousand unin
spectators jammed the streets surrounding the church, hoping to ¢
glimpse .of the bridal couple, shown above as they left the ceremony

Woman Flier On Dangerous
_ Flight Over Jungle,Sea, Dese

Capetown, Nov! 18.—U, P—Amy |
Johnson Mollison raced toward the j spanning the Mediterranean.
cape in her little airplane today | The flight from Oran tdok
on the last stage of one of the, over some 2,000 miles of th
most dangerous flights ever at- | haya, With little chance tha
tempted, over sea, desert, jungle; tiny plane would have been
and mountains, while thousands ot! for days, if at all, if she had
forced down. Miss Johnson
“missing” for almost thir
hours on this stage of the
ney, as she flew to Gao, in
West Africa on the Upper
instead of to Niema,-a camel
where her husband seneet 0
flight, 3.3 .2-5

Captain Mollison, in Londo
not “unduly worried” by lad
news of his wife, for he knew
communications in the desert

after fiying across areas and

drome. Awaiting the arrival ot |
the feminine half of Britain’s mosi
distinguished “flying family.”
Later reports received here indi-,
cated that Miss Johnson had an
excellent opportunity to beat the
record of four days, seventeen
hours, and nineteen minutes made!
by her husband, Captain James,
A. Mollison, young Scotsman, who!
flew the Atlantic in a light air- |
plane, «+: slow. But he prepared the “h
Crowds begat arriving ah the‘ content” to leave England anc
airdrome before midnight, after{ for her if She was not rey
word was received that Miss John-! within thirty-six hchrs.
son had been able to resume her! The next stage of the flight
flight from Benguela, Angola,! 1,000 miles from Gao to I
where she was forced down yes-} Cameroons, over forests and n
terday.. She indicated in a mes-i tains in which her plane
sage to her husband that she! have been lost forever. She r
might have to abandon the flight,; ed Doula on Wednesday, and
but her - machine, the “Desert! started for Mossamedes, but
Cloud,” was repaired and she con-} forced down by lack-of oil pr
tinued toward. the cape, making! at Benguela, where it appeare|
her last stop at emer. a while that she would haye tq
1400 miles awaye-a ri. up the flight while still s¢
‘The entire Cape colony was tye hours ahead pt her husband’s
mendously. excited over the adven-i ord. “+
ture of the young woman who set; But Miss’ ‘Johnson, who is
out to beat her husband’s brilliant; own mechanic, worked on her
t tro and soon had it functi
along the African coast, the dan-|’normally. She left for M
ger of being forced down in the; medes, where she urrived
bleak, burning ‘sands of the Sa-| night 1.400 miles from her
hara rpamed by firce Bedouin , and after a brief rest bega!
tribes, or of sudden death or; last stage of the record bri
| flight. Miss Johnson, now o1
jungles over which she had to fly.' years old, started an unanno
Miss Johnson, the daughter of a! solo flight from England to
pioneer, who participated in the | tralia two years ago. She haéd
Kiondike gold rush and later set-; chased an old plane at a Le
tled- down to become a merchant ; airdrome and worked on it
at Hull, England, left Lympne air-} ! the machine was ready for
drome at 6:37 am., Monday.! long crdea} of her proposed
Mollison wes at the field to tell his, Her father came to the field 3
wife good-bye. He ascended in his: her goodbye. With vers
plane. “Hesrt’s ceremony she took n
to escort her to the Lng- and a few-ea
bu’ she sitpped past clhimed her
for Powe “wetks G2 first wou:

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list in 1980. She married ' of his death, disability or absence,
Mollison shertly before he by his deputy, to a room inside the
his Atlantic flight. . | Wall of said prison arranged for
ony said purpose, and there put to death

by having caused to pass through
body a current of electricity of suf-
ficient intensity to cause death, and
the application and continuance of
such current through the body. of
such defendant unti] such defend-
ant is dead. All of which shall be
done by the warden of said prison.
“The clerk of this court is hereby
‘ordered to certify to the warden of
said prison ynder his hand and the
seal of this court the foregoing or-
der and judgment of the Court,
which, when certified, shall he to

“Father Nile”

‘ile is unique ainong rivera
World. Although it is 3,500
ng, it has no tributaries for
1,700 miles of its journey
Sea, iargely tirough desert, |
streams discharge into it
his point. The flow is su
Summer that the mouths of
e ure entirely closed ‘hy
tat the height of the flood
’e inundation it is a torrent
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thority in this behalf, and said war-
den shall in due time, return the
same with his doings thereon to
this Court. : ate.

“All of which is finally ordered,
adjudged and decreed.by the court.”

Young Moore heard the sentence
;unflinchingly. He stood _through-
eut all the proceedings fram the
time the indictment was Tead to
him. ‘once , 2A be

© reading with a

he floor.

pnde uncombed hair, part-
he top of his head, fel) on
$ Of his face. His expres-

p mot that of fright. He’
ared himself for the worst

red the death penalty. -

H in the same €lothing the
he time he slew his aunt
e at their well-kept farm

nine miles east of here,
ted a pitiful Sight stand-
before a court of justice.
€ a dark brown, shabby-
pvercoat which was much
for him. He stands six

faze fix-

~ _ Toepching Scene: ~

‘The courtroam Was -crowded
with . spectators, iA death-like
silence swept oyer ‘the room ‘as
Moore was led jn. Women with

tence. Court attaches - were
The young killer presented a piti-
ful sight, keenly remorseful;- but
desiring -to pay far his wrong-do-
ings with his own life, as_ exacted
i under the law of the state.
eight. Under the over=) yt was the first time in the his-
wore a blue wool jacket ‘tory of Blackford county anyone
Pper front, dark trousers, had received the, supreme penalty
~_ beso _ wntie wea death in dny court of justice.
dentify him as the man | Confesses to Grand Jury
een here two days before
the grand. jury to testify « as
he clerk had .
: ; ago tonight’ He waived his rights
he toe ae ” to tell of the murders and how he
- guilty of the char ss ,; Shot his uncle and aunt. He cried
poke Only Once 8: before the sober body, but not in
U guilty or not guilty,” any manner of play for sympathy.
asked. “Guilty,” replied
in a tone hardly au-
laa” tater ta era ; and against himself. He well kn
as in the court room.
k his head negatively,
Vas then asked by Judge
he knew of any legal
y Sentence, at that time, |
be pronounced. (

ing with anyone
then pulled from his ‘
t @ folded paper, bear- ‘imately. None of his

were in the court room w'th h'm.

“a ry a and, and it is understood none of them
re him becan reading: | Who were here for the dovb'e fu-
, ordered and adiudged ,neral of the victims, have even
Monre | Seen him since. authorities arrived

| life.
"penalty and felt that in all justice
he deserved death. © 2°... *) .

The boy was alone so far as ‘be-

rt that John E. Moore. | here with ‘him .shortly after 11

Hefendant, is guilty of) ~, :
the first degree as|0'Clock Thursday morning.

hevabi ? | After the serte~ce hod heen read
pena at ant Under the Tadiavs ctautes gov-
ford county and after al erning the sim of first degree
b weeks be taken by said: Murder while in ‘the act of com-
e Indiana state pF neta mitting robbery,.the death penalty

safely kept until the ;.¥2% mandatory.“
of March. 1933. -and: ?

the hour of sunrise on’ | moe oe a, i
at he be taken by said CAS GOGGIES

aid prison, or in cas?

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{ to the youthful murderer, the Court ty in the 8

said warden full warrant and au-’

tate of Indiana, good ¥
ordered him returned to jail, and land Jawful men, duly and legally
held for a period of two weeks be- | empaneled, charged and sworn at
fore being taken to prison. | the September term of the Black-
Moore apparently did not clear- J0rd Circuit Court for the year A.'

ly understang he was to be kept in ‘D. 1932, to inquire into felonies and. }

;certain misdemeanors in and f
the county. jail here for two prem vat
before he is to be taken to Michi-
gan City. Enroute down the back
Stairs in custody’ of Sheriff Ira
Mannix -and deputy, Moore inquir-
ed whether or not he was to re-
main here for that length of time.

‘ford in the name and by the au-
thority of the State of
; their oaths present that one John
| &. Moore, late of said county, on
‘the 11th day of November, A. “D.-
:.1932, at said county and state afore--
“Then -I'm to. be here for two | sald did then and there unlawfully
weeks?” Moore asked. He was told and feloniously kill and murder one...
that he would be here that Jong. |Charles A: Moore in the perpertra-
Sheriff Mannix awaited five min-|tion of burglary by then and there '
utes for the crowd to leave the low- junlawfully and feloniously shooting ,
er corridor of the court house, but lat and against
they did. not move. Then he de- {| Moore with a certain deadly. weap-
termined to take the prisoner back /0n called a shotgun then and there
to jail through the south doors of /loaded with gun, powder and bul-
the court house. The crowd then | lets and thereby inflicted a morta}

surged toward that door, but the ; Wound upon the said Charles A.

People were. held back by orders! Moore of which mortal wounds the
from Deputy Cline. ..° > |said Charles’ A. Moore then and

As the sheriff and prisoner left | there died, the said John’ E. Moore
the court house-walk to get into |then:and- there being engaged in
the snow-covered street, an auto- 'an attempt to commit the said
mobile, driven by Miss Velma Rapp | Crime of burglary by then and there.
passed going east. Sheriff Mannix | unlawfully, feloniously and burglar-
stopped her car and commandeered | iously entering into the dwelling

tears in their eyes heard the read- | j
he ot ae eabisieeaen and ‘sen: |St. John’s’ Catholic church, aaite
‘Court at : » moved.ied at the jail for. the return

4'Moore‘s single cell’ in

| Moore requested Sheriff Mannix

At .5- o’clock . Thursday after-'
fore.
ers by two “floaters” or 200M Moore’ was taken before

finished to the crimes he committed a week

e€ was merely .2 broken-down! did not appear frightened. His only
youth, sorry for the errors he had! concern was over
made against society “as ‘a whole,} Violence.»

ew L ]
when he testifed before the poe Sheriff Mannix kept a § watchful

5; €ye on. Moore’s cell to’
nt vile hag speed attempt at. self-destruction. But |
° ‘ physical and mental strain. soon
; ¢‘aimed his consciousness and: he |
, Was fast asleep,” 3.) Rus! :
he knew ‘in-;
relatives '
‘and jury indictment: .-

| “Blackford County, ss:

it to take the prisoner back to jail, ;| house of said Charles A. Moore-in .

Rev. Edward Boney, pastor‘of the | Which said Charles A. Moore ‘then
; een ilived with intent to unlawfully take

jand carry away the goods, chattels

of the prisoner. He had'come in; 2nd personal property of said
answer 3 a summons from Sheritf Charles A. Moore, contrary to the

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posible mob!
During the _ night. Thursday, |

Mannix ‘at the request of the pris- |form 6f the Statute in such cases
oner. Rev. Boney was admitted to ‘made and provided and against the
the jail, Peace and dignity of the State of
sf ; ” ‘
Newspaper men were barred while >a “oy
the pastor talked with the youth. er
‘After Rev. Boney’s departure, | READ THE
to | 2 bs
turn ‘out the light directly in front | Be aes , i °
of the cell door ‘in ‘order that he | S Pe
might get a “good night’s rest.” an Ger Me ICS
The slayer was tired and weary | # 2 ?, w &
—both of mind and body. He had | fe -
ridden some 800 miles from Vir-| [, Pi Ee ij EE ie)
ginia, Minn.;* since, shortly before | - *4_ s wai
midnight Tuesday, ore x When Torturing
During the trip -he | ked | ing fi =ede
about “stern Indiana justice’. and | j falc: gle ‘
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treating rheumatism that
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from far ano oear as.
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“In the Blackford Circuit Court, !
“September Term, 1932.
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uested that Rev.
pastor of the St.
church, be called
pastor went to his
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esumably relating
tence, was not an-
oo he ib a

oney had left the
uested Sheriff Ira
out the lights near
that he might get
rest.” Aside from
of coughing, the
‘ell, it was said,
fomewhat refreshed
a hearty breakfast
inner. But he had
h with his jailors
nce. et

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Thursday night, to
young Moore was
his constitutional
5. warned by Attor-
ham, who was ap-
court, that a plea
e indictment, as it
Id mean his death.

I don't want to-be
ore is ‘said to have
brney Bonham. -
nmham first asked
it) himself to ac-
h: the fact that’ he

e youth told: him
his first and last
, adding that ‘he
bm. the Virginia,
hool. He told the
father and brother
ir street addresses
s. He likewise gave
o sisters and their

details, ‘Attorney

him about the slay- |

cle and aunt. The
was similar in -de-
fession he previously
r officers, excepting
aining to the actual

torney Bonham, in
ff Sheriff Ira Mannix
alph Cline, that he

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MIL PATRONS
ID CARRIERS
ARING PATHS

horne, postmaster,
to every rural mail
operate in . clearing
nks from the drive
nail boxes which will

the regular sched-
rriers under the ad-
n, to be carried on.
eavy. unusual snow-
ast few days it has
le for the rural car-
local post office to
htire routes.
stances in the last

carriers have waded }-

e mail boxes under
ips, where the drive
been cleared.
arriers feel that all
will co-operate im-
clearing each drive
lt which wlil guar-
livery of the mail,
ption.

buteto .

crgecr cu ogy Ds tate, and willing t

relieved and

rlete

sentence pronounced, 3
in a_ better frame

LOCAL MEN T0
[STATE PRISON.

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taken before yo :

lead guilty and get}

SEEK PAROLES

VAUGHN PABSHIRE, ‘ROSCOE

“BOWMAN AND CHRIS GOS-
; hoor aah PETITIONS.

0 BE HEARD DECEMBER

role Officer Visits City_ to, In-|
+4 he Public Sentiment
cope Men. | ane

George Brady, of wabash, pris-
on parole officer, was in; Hartford
City, Thursday and Friday, investi- 1
gating court records pertaining to{ ™
the cases’ of Vaughn. Abshire and/
Rascoe Bowman, sentenced from
the Blackford circuit court,, Novem-
ber. 9th, 1929; for holding up and
robbing. the Adelphia Gardens.

‘"yhe parole ‘officer was also in-
yestigating “records pertaining to
the case of Chris Gosnell, sen-*
’ tericed September 1 14th, 1931, on the
charge of. aiding In the robbery ot
Lew Gray, former clerk at the:
Henry Blake grocery. >

The petitions of these three men, |
seeking paroles: or pardons from
the. board of prison trustees, will
come up for a hearing at the De-
cémber méeting of prison trustees.

-Mr. Brady is investigating pub-
lic. sentiment here relative to these
petitions. -/

Gosnell was given a flat sentence
of ten years for his alleged part in
the robbery of the _ store clerk.
Several others were involved in this
crime and were sentenced to prison.

According to Mr.
and Bowman have been model

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QUICK ACTION -
BANK OFFICER
SPREADS ALARM

HOLDUP OF WESTVILLE STATE
BANK FAILS WHEN TEAR
GAS IS USED.

PRESIDENT GUN TARGET

Burglar Alarm Sounded and Ban-
dits Leave Bank Hurriedly
Without Cash. —

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LaPorte, Ind., Nov. 18.—(U.P}—
Quick thinking by President L. R.
Cass today thwarted a hold-up of
the Westville State bank, twelve
miles southwset of here in LaPorte
county. Pie

The bandits escaped without
loot, after firing two shots at the
pomooeg both of which went
} wild. -

Cass and John Recktenwall,
cashier, were alone in the bank
when two: bandits entered.

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s, who were 5 sean last .
1g at their farm home,
city, by their nephew, ;
Moore. ~
al, postponed
hfternocon on account

yeads, was in charge
Grint ‘“Anitneck, of
ned four)

One of the gunmen jumped over
the counter and headed for the
vault. As he did so, Cass pushed
a button, releasing a flood of tear

|

| gas and then stepped on another

1reaching this city

i Hoosierland (southbound) and the
| 11:13. -am.,

Brady, .Abshire |

-| Was not guilty of their commis -

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The above pictures
Charles A. (8reu! Moor’
jof this cf{ty. The picture of Mocre pr
the electric chair om March Ind, nex

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LOW RATES GIVEN
_ INDIANA RAILROAD }
“OVER THANKSGIVING
The Tadiane Railroad ate
has placed on sale the Thanks-
| giving _ Excursion tickets, ’ effective [”
Friday. These tickets are avail-
able November 18th to the 25th, in-
clusive, with a final return limit

to Hartford City on all trains
prior to mid-
27th.

be one-nalf the
fare;...for ..the

me

night, November
The rates will
regular one-way
round trip. ;
Week-end tickets which rates
are the one way fare plus ten
cents, for the round trip, are now
on sale at an earlicr hour’ Friday.
Heretofore, these tickets were not
on sale until noon, Friday, but
starting Friday, November ° 18th,
they will be good on the 11:04 a.m.,

(northtcund 4rains,
and will be sold on these cars un-
til further notice.

The Indiana Railroad cars have
not been held up due to the heavy
snow fall and are running on
regular schedule time.

chapters, held in

 $0- ates NATIONAL ECON-
OMY LEAGUE SCORED IN
>s ADDRESS HERE.

FIFTH DISTRICT MEET

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IS HELD IN THIS CITY,

y ay See .
eek and’ Auxiliary Members
. Hold “Meeting Followed by

Pretty Dance.

ne 427
That the American Legion, dur-
ing the current year, will continue
its congressional legislative pro-
gram for the relief of disabled. vet-

’

| schedule. The 4

a Will Continue Its F
for gps aml Relier Legisi

by Battling Untrue Propas

FIGHTIN’ J
WILL PLA’
ON FRI

Coach James
Cly, assistant cq
at 2 o'clock”
with twelve mem
team for Win
dales will meet
est opponents

in a special ch
Muncie.

The Winamagq

erans, war orphans and war wid-; were defeated

ows, was the assurance given Leg-
ionnaire veterans and res ll
members of the Fifth District,

! finals of the st
: Indianapolis by

an address delivered here ‘Thursday | who were crow

evening.
' Attorney Wiecking spoke before |
a district. banquet meeting, held
in the, W. B. A. hall.: It was one
of the feature attractions of the
district assembly, and proved high-
ly entertaining. The banquet was
followed by individual meetings of
the Legionnaires and Auxiliary
ithe American
’ «Continued on page four)

MOORETO MURD

DETAILED CONFESSION OF JOHN

ERS OF HIS AUNT

AND UNCLE MADE PUBLIC TODAY

First Confession to Crime

fies Many Points Concerning Slayings.
AS S. ps ohana Re wa

Youthful Slayer Tells Prosecutor That He Told Lie in ‘His

at Virginia, Minn., and Clari-

os

Although John Edward Moore,
the 29-year-old murderer of his
uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. |
Charles A. (Bert) Moore never
made a signed confession to his
crime, he was questioned to great
length regarding the circumstances '
and facts surrounding the double;
killing by Prosecutor James R.j
Emshwiller. co dlee

At Virginia, He first made a.
signed statement to sota
authorities that he had no know-
ledge of the murders, and that he

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sion.~
Tuesday, however, he was ques-
tioned more closely by Prosecutor

int wae ‘
Emshwiller and Ira Mannix. and it
was in this questioning that he
finally made his admission of
guilt. His statements at Virginia
were not reduced to writing, and
he was not questioned in detail
concerning the slayings until after

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players, who ‘gr
‘mac team will
line-up Friday 4
in the state m
For the re
fans should ca
News office, wi
be called at h
end of the gam
:The twelve 4
the trip Friday
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Casterline, Spa
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he had been returned to Pues

City. -
The statemen

ts he made here | SEEKING (

Thursday were\ released at noon |

today by Prasecittor Emshwiller: !

Although the statements would be
too lengthy to print in complete
-question and answer form, the fol-

“{ lowing is the gist of his own con-

fession which yaries in some de-
(Continued on page five) ;

Confessed Slayer ‘Must Have
Been Tormented by Thoughts

A aint murderer sat alone |
with his thoughts, in his cell. in the |
local jail, Thursday afternoon, as
the bodies of his victims were car-;

his terror-stricken mind follow thé!
funeral cortege along the hazardous ,
snowbound roads to the little
church near Pennville, where scores

‘button which sounded the burglar
alarm. Frightened by the clang-
fromjing of bells, the bandit outside the) Ty

cage fired twice at the prostdent.

Meanwhile the other bandit * "ae

ed furiously at @ cash cra’
(Continued on page four)

lg

of friends gathered. to pay their
respects. Oould his thoughts car-
him inside th
i witness the anguish of the father, |
i who must sit and near his son de-;

sneed as the murderer of his |
end blocd? mun whos

tesa

had sold his ‘soul for a ‘mess of
pottage.

In this little church, where the
elderly couple had often gone to
worship, their friends met with

ried to their last resting place. Did | them for the last time, to pay their

respects to the memory of the two,
who had been ruthlessly torn from
their midst... «©

From the church_ the fummiced pro-
cession wound its silent way to the
icemetery east of Pennville. Thr

e little church ta | afternoon sky was overcast with

lowering clouds that hun glike @
pall over the two open wind-swept
graves. The

‘Continued om page four)

Fessab ate See
Successor
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Washington,
forthcoming
between Pres

President-Elec
shadowed all
House today.
The preside
matters with c
other high ac
—but even th:
conversations
to the debt cr
The chief
gain direct cq

| democratic suc

gress as @ res
tions next Tu
first time in-
bring @ pre
White. House

lm
sun occasionally : postponement

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man he will :
Whether H
end that the

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RAY, William, bl, 19, elec, Ind. 3P (Indianapolis) 8/5/1920

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AT EARLY HOUR
FOR BAD GRIME

William Ray Pays-- Penalty
in State Prison for Brutal |
Murder, of Martha -

Huff.

(By the: Associated Press.)
MICHIGAN CITY, Ind., Aug. 5.—
William iRay, negro, 19 years old, |'
confessed murderer of Martha Huff, |:
14 year pld Indianapolis white girl,
was executed at the state prison
here thi§S morning. Ray met death
in the electric chair and was pro-
nounced dead after the first charge.

Ray, wis the first man to pay the
death penalty in Indiana since 1916
when Kelly Robinson; also an Indi-
anapolis jnegro '‘was clectrocuted for
the murder of John Roe.

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a a a)

HISTORY OF CRIME.

INDIANAPOLIS, Aug. §5,— The
crime f whichs William Ray “was
exccuted| early this morning at the
state prison at Michigan City fs
one of the most brutal ‘recorded: in
the ¢riminal annals of the state,
Ray, accbrding to his own confession
enticed the girl. away from her home
on the pretext that a white family
of his quaintance wished to give
her some clothing. After taking .-her
to a lonély spot, he said he attacked
her, and in an effort to stifle’ her
screams,| stabbed her thirteen times.
The irl’s mutilated body war
later found in’ Eagle Creck where
the negrp had thrown It. Rae
- After the -hegrd’s arrest here large,
crowds {gathered around the jail,
where he was being held and it was
thought| an attempt to Iynch the
prisoner] would be made.. Police were
able to| break, up the gatherings
however |, ; ‘

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‘Martha: Yast, ‘agre: fourteen, -o
jf Anavolin,: was Aweriiten © Ip tha, Coat
nee Fe ie erate: Prison, Bere st 4

ig The death. ‘march, Btarted (Ae 24:6
WAS: &S BAD Hea. Nnithe. chaly and
s thrown, while: prison:
ec mitaetias: hed: one Ths: colored: FRO
went SA pth to his-death: i
faye: sister: WAS the Jast: rélative. ‘te
Mads Untias contensedes marderars She
‘otalked. with Hint Wednesday. Bia wife,

Columbia avenue: a |

“with the prison chaps
nd spank most of, fib time: gitaciiek

bene Lit hie: State: ‘Prison in Dreyer.

Kelly: Sebi non,’ ‘5 pares e 98
ec epaice
ODE UArY. ad Pane 1) 8 Pee wan’ the: Vaat. soair

ene Ore Haye Hopi infor: shat; eg fataliy:
“wounded Jobo Hoa: at: Roe's home: ini
the Allsonviile pike, near Indiana.
), Eee wken Roe Leatheds to give bimi

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The” dast: chapter? ee the: murda a

BED. G GIL. THIRTEEN. Times. |

oF 4 onferned. Swot fours “After. Mis
aAtreate-Comvicted: a3 .. ‘Vive. ‘Daye.
Tiitam: Tay wat, ‘atrested in. Indi
\anapolis April 22, tw Mays, after: be
ads attacked - and: ‘wnurdered: Martha
[aut fourteeh=year-old. ‘atepdaughter
Sot Hugh. Amock, 420: Bahk avenue. ang
By five. days. jater. reualyed ths. death: pan i
sence: aiter: having: ‘been ‘found Rulity ‘
1 of, feat. degree. murder by. i dary) in the |
“¢1 al courbes re
7 prin es PATTERted at: Pitre home: tnt
“f Colmyeble. avenun by Detectives Secs t
and Trabua-ind: Patrotman Carter, alt;
ieagjoredi and alut’ two hours: after
ti¢he arrest: contassid, Auving: murdered:
Tithe wath Hewat Apdicted by tha Mar-:
lon, eo EL a7 Juty, April ze. andi
a id
in Oy) ag Piri'n body, bearing thir-
j kpen- Stab, wounds, was found-th Exgls
Serack: the day after, aba (had disap.
st waded Ra met the girl at the Wert
Achigan: ft raet Bridgs, over: White
giveroa djton the pretextoor: watting
es etath heaifor “hers: ‘perapaded “jer
; te Roca Dany: dala: to: the" reek: bate
tomte- A ee erowd: “eithered : tn
@ Marion Cewity ait
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a ny ‘Was strapped “in tha. chair “aed

NS Baryaret,. 1221 Coluribia avenua, Inet

* eommunicatieg with the prison chap-
* en tarii 1@ State Prison in prayer.

spenT: Mc TIME. PRAYING
.  iekds Uae Ladmapetie Meead e a
MICHIGAN CITY, Ind, August 5)

“Martha Stall, ‘age fourteen, of Inci-
adapolis, was .wristen in the death
chamber at the State Prison here—at 4

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beri A. tn., today. when the prison |
Hs dort serasunced William Ray, |
red, age eighteen, of eases carer aed

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.  gttaches. looked on. The colored mas
went stolldiy to his death. : |
Stays sigter was the last relative te}
 ghe -tha. confensed ~~ warderers “he |)
talked with hint Wednesday. tis wits,

Manapolls,. visited him eariler in ths)
week, Ray was fn almost COB ADT |

dain, fit spank most of he time wigre::

aint ty Sebi recon, colored, of ine
napolig, went. to) the «: ¢pair
Peevey “4, 1916, was the last man:
to ay the death penalty Ae the state ft:
before Ray. Hobinson shat A-fatauy,
wounded Joho. Hoa. at oes home ind
- the Alltsonviile . pike, near Indiana~-¢
polis. adage Roe refused te give ne

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