New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-11-03

the gambling business with the Illegal
protection sold to 1t by the police.
THE courts dead wrong. that's a
cinch," he says; why, Becker had 1t
handed TO him every minute Of the trial
He never had show. / don't see what
was the matter with the biz fellows.
Why didn't they get behind him?
"D'you s'pose he wasn't splitting up
right or what? What's going to come Of
the business If this kind OF thing goes on?
Town'll be shut up tighter'n a drum If
they don't watch out. Betcha Becker'll
get a reversal anyway. Won't be much
dom for a while, | s'pose."
And so he races on. Its the spirit Of
the gambler-froth on the top of the
citys life. Not even clear in his own
mind as to the result of The Verdict, but
distressing instinctively anything that
seems 10 shed light on the crooked path
that connects gambling and graft He
hates The Verdict, but he hasn't got an
iota OF sympathy for Becker. He is
thinking solely of its result on what he
calls "the business'-the gambling bust
ness.
Down a few blocks is a Raines law
hotel No noise here; everything seems
to be covered with a thick carpet Things
and people seem TO move quietly and
sneakingly. The proprietor is In an office
room talking over The Verdict with
man who is a derelct even in the under
world-one of those lowest Of men who
trade in women.
Only scattering rays from the calcium
OF publicity have been shed on them and
their traffic by reason OF the upheayal
which followed Rosenthal's murder, but
even these scattering rays have given
them cause to fear.
What gets me is why the Big Fellow
ever let it get this far" he whispers TO
his companion.
This Becker was grabbin' everything
he could lay his hands on; that's all there
is TO IT," the other man explained. He
was too raw. City won't stand for IL:
Tammany can't stand for it; even the
cops won't stand for it. It's too raw:
and, besides. he was playing a lone hand.
hear. Wasn't splittin' with any one:
So when he gets in bad every one inst
lets him play it through alone. He's over
board now, that's sure"
But s'posin' ne starts to turn loose
what then? Then it'd be too late for the
Big Fellow to stop il. lie shouldn't a
let il get this far. Now this fellow
Becker may put crimp Ia everything.
It's fierce. | tell you. with a guy like
this Whitman tryin' To tear the lid of
everythin'. IL ought'a be stopped, that's
what"
Further uptown, in Harlem, is a little
cigar store at which "Dago Frank used
to hang out" The men in there had
heard The Verdict, both by Legitimate
channels and by the grapevine They
weren't concerned with Becker's fate.
only in so far a. II affected the chances Of
their pal, Frank.
IT'S rotten the way they let this Whit
man go ahead and nail Becker first one
Of them declared. Now it'll be almost a
dead cinch against Frank. IL amt right
Another took comfort IN the old fetch
of Observation-Disclosures witnesses.
"ItH he different with Frank" he
claimed. These. guys that thinks they rc
gon' to identity Frank'll ind a few Of ms
| fellows given them the rattle for the
black box. an theyll lose their nerve.
That's the whole thing-just make that
Identification business fall down, and
whatre they goin' to do with Frank
Why. turn him loose. Just keep your eyes
peeled and see.
over at an uptown cross street ana
Broadway two policemen stood IN the
middle Of the parkway space between IN"
tracks They talked earnestly together.
Twenty feet away ncwsboy with a
bundle OF extras" was bidding for the
late hour trade.
Becker guilty" announced the neal
line. but the boy wasn't yelling The YER
dict out in way to gather trade lie
was slipping quietly but quickly around
AS the men came up out Of the subway
doing business with as little noise as was
possible"
Cons has chased me away couple o
times" he explained, with grln' theg
don't like 10 see another cop get II. lhsy
don't like The Verdict