The Monmouth inquirer., 1926-12-30

AWO hastily htlSu SuAtCdStS. 4Ouuu
500 yards away added to TIE story.
The victim had been shot and
hurled for dead from a speeding au-
tomobile Identification Of billiard
satisfied the police of the motive for
the killing. 1t was revenge. But how
did the underworld get the wary
Hilliard?
Gladys Fleming, recovering from
her wounds in the San Francisco hos
pital, reluctantly gave the answer
days later, after hours of grilling.
clyde forgot his .code,' she said.
1--WE. knew we were in dangerous
position after our arrest in the Sac
ramento street apartment" she told
the officers. "Clyde knew he hadn't
a minute to spare. So we planned
quick getaway to Los Angeles.
Just how to make the grade was
a tough one to figure out and Clyde
seemed worried
"We were living in an apartment
in the downtown district. Well, about
two o'clock on the morning of Sep
TENDER 20 there came a rapping at the
door. With his gun iii his hand Clyde
answered.
"A man who seemed to be our
friend declared the bulls were on
our trail and that we'd better sneak
fast. He had a machine, he said, and
would see that we got to Los An
geles. 1t was stolen car, he said.
clyde always maintained that no
man in the world was his friend, but
this time he forgot his code. SO we
packed our grips and jumped into
the mans car We were headed for
Los Angeles and when he took the
Skyline boulevard it seemed reason
able enough. 1t was as we were rid
ing along that he made some pretense
about engine trouble, stopped the car,
whipped out a revolver and opened
fire.
Clyde fell first. Then he got me.
He threw us out and disappeared"
Gene Bowen had been avenged.
Refuses to Tell.
Gladys Fleming, wife of a murderer,
consort of another, has steadfastly re-
fused to bare the identity of the man
who killed billiard and shot her, al
though they are satisfied that she is
aware of his identity.
underworld ethics? Mol Just
fear!" said the officers.
billiards. death revealed the strange
complexities of his nature. In the
suitcase into which he had hurriedly
thrown his belongings the police
found mute evidence that the man he
had been accused of killing was none
Rthe less his friend. In double
backed picture frame they found two
pictures. One was of billiard, the
other was of Eugene Bowen. Back to
back.
Big Jim Fleming, second husband
Of billiards wounded consort, ap-
praised of the shooting, In his cell al
San Quentin, enjoyed his own inward
chuckle at the gunman's fate, and
barred his reasons for it.
"Hilliard was crook among
crooks" he'said. ''He was a robber
Of robbers, and he piled a rotten trade
with high hand"
Who fired the bullet that wrote
"finis" on the last chapter of Clyde
billiards. life even the police do not
expect to discover.
The underworld will never tell
Gladys Fleming will never tell. Dor
othy Wilson received the news Of the
Staying of Clyde billiard with an un
suppressed smile.
''Well, Gene still has his friends
1 seei" she said.
The Wilson woman has declared
I however, that she is going straight
The law never did have much sue
cess with Clyde billiard. Sever
times between 1918 and 1925 he hat
been jailed in connection with as many
robberies, burglaries and safe crack
ings. But the underworld king" al
ways had uncanny luck. His record
shows nothing more than scattering
number of county Jail sentences.