The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-10-24
BY EARL Sparkling
Times star Wrifer

~ AhANAAANO
Times stan Writer
Copyright. 1882. by the New York World
Telegram Corporation
ME queerest case I ever
Il handled, old man, was that
fellow with the woman's leg"
Long Injured to earthly horrors
and thereby bit Olympian in
viewpoint, Chief Norris chuckled
in his whiskers.
"A queer case" he chuckled.
He was in deep, poor fellow. He
had been dumping arms and legs
in the river all morning. They
caught him with the last leg. I
guess I saved him from the cleo
trio chair"
The story goes back to Nov. 30,
1926. That day, about a.. M, a
rainy, wintry morning, Policeman
James Anderson noticed a man
going toward India Wharf, in
Brooklyn, with a bundle on his
shoulder
Something about the fellow
caused the policeman to look
twice, just why he never was able
to explain. Possibly because the
fellow looked twice at him, al
ways a suspicious circumstance
with harness officers.
Hey, there! What you got in
that bundle, johnny"
The man halted abruptly. "Just
my working clothes" The police
man thought the fellows voice
sounded a bit jumpy, but voices
often do when answering harness
officers.
"Where you making for?"
IT work down on the next pier"
20. K, Johnny"
Policeman Anderson turned
away, started up the street. There
were better things to do on a
rainy morning than stand palver-
ing with a waterfront hunky.
But some sixth instinct caused
him to look back before he round
Gu bllG COIlleI.
TINE fellow had halted on the
Il edge of the wharf and was
depositing his bundle on the
stringpiece. Nothing exactly ques-
tjonable about that, but how come
he was keeping his eye peeled on
policeman Anderson?
The fellow was too darned in
terested in the looks of a harness
officer. Policeman Anderson got
more interested himself and start
ed back toward the wharf. With
that, the fellow kicked his bundle
into the river and began running.
AHA said the officer to him
self and opened up on the fly with
his revolver. Policeman Louis
Vitalo heard the firing several
blocks away and raced down to
the wharf just in time to head
off the quarry and grab him.
What was in that bundle, you
mug?" pulled policeman Ander-
son.
Nothing" grunted the mug,
squirming in policeman Vitalos
tight grip.
Nothing? You told me few
minutes ago it was clothes?"
Eyes, it was my clothes"
80, you're throwing your work.
ing clothes away? A thrifty guy,
hey? What's your name, John
n.y."
The man fell into sullen silence.
Not another word could the two
officers get out of him.
"All right" said Officer Ander-
son. We'll take you over to the
station and see how you feel after
little workout"
They worked on him quite a
while at the Hamilton avenue
station in Brooklyn. At first he
refused to give his name. Later
he changed his mind about that
and gave both his name and adj
dress. The officers investigated
and found both fictitious.
hey, beamed policeman An
derson. Looks like I got some
thing here"
LIE and others from the Hamil-
a a avenue station began dragging
the river for the mysterious bum
die. They worked a long time
and found nothing.
Then along came taxicab driv-
er who had witnessed the end of
the chase and the arrest.
What you got Trapia for?" in
CURED the driver, innocently.
What's that? What you say
his name is?"
Francisco Trapia," said the
driver. Hes a longshoreman. He
lives over at Sc Sackett street"
The officers hurried over to that
address, broke in, tramped through
to the kitchen and found some
thing that sent them out for fresh
air.
Propped in one corner was the
headleSs torso of a middle-aged
woman. Nearby was the discovered