Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1932-03-31


we were in room with the transom
down with some Washington detec-
tives. once out of New York, of
course. we have to depend on local
police: hut il all works out about the
same way. We telephoned down to
unlock the Juice and the radio went
off. Mother started to get an earful
and when things began to look bad,
she ran out and tagged Us. We did
the rest with a four by four that the
porterd sneaked into our room. Ex-
cept. of course. the gat work There
were just couple of slugs. Jami-
son started to draw and a Washing
ton cop had already done il :"
Joe pulled at his breath.
Il guess | understand IT."
well, I've just given you a sketchy
outline. as the newspaper gang says
OF course. there We're some other
things, like getting hold Of that blond
molls handwriting. and finding cut
she was the one who wrote that first
squeal, timing it just right for us to
catch you in your room. She's Big
other little details--hnt of course the
real stuf-s come out since Iouie's
been yapning down nj headquarters. |
always figured Lone'd zap.
Couldn't stand prosperity. Chuv
says. Seen all the money 10 be made
in the booze racket and paired up with
Jamison, working mostly in Washing
ton. Covered up by not selling any
thing at his joint. But there was
competition from Big Friday. So they
offered him the big end of the deal to
hook up. lie crossed Hymie Fradke
and came over. The first job they
pulled on this new deal, they blew
into this chopper mess at 0rr's Mills.
Then when things looked rotten, in
you come with your story Of n day
in the country. You were made to
order. so they took You.
They needed a fall guy bad Iami-
son. so Louie says. would have been
willing to pay ANYTHING just to get
somebody who would even admit he
ing in the neighborhood enough to
stall off the cops until he could cover
up his tracks and manufacture alibis.
Right then, lie didn't even care If the
guy was released In a few weeks to
satisfy the laws longing for q victim
and take off the first whettincs OF APP
petite. But after he had heard your
story in the automobile he saw where
straight frame-up would be better
than anything else. You remember
details too we'll and spilled things too
easily. He didn't want to spend any
more time than was necessary with
you, for fear that when you started
coughing, YOU might turn loose a pic
ture we cops could recognize.
so he dazed you with thousand
dollars. got you out OF town for the
day, sneaked Boston into your room
with the evidence when the dodgers
were all away. and let circumstantal
evidence do the rest. 1t nearly pulled
Off an alright joh.' said Pete.
That job tonight--that was Jami-
sons hideout. He posed down here
as big oil guy had an office and
everything. Played Washington So
ciety a lot. and didn't appear in any
booze transactions. Never came to
New York except when it was i'm
portant-that's why we didn't ret his
lay. Greer was the chopper who pulled
the Orr's Mills job. so Chuv says;
| about the time he had cleaned up
| Boston came along in the second truck
| picked him up and got him into New
York hideout. guns and all Nobody
| had seen him, that's what made the
| case against you so bad you were
| the only stranger who had been no.
| ticcd in the neighborhood. He's been
| under cover down here as guard at
| the .Iamison country place. The lay
was for you to get killed cracking the
| safe while Tamison was down Mt the
| hotel talking with some friends.
There wouldn't have been anything
| more to ii as soon as the Washington
police got your fngerprints and
| checked up your record. II would
| have been about the same on that
trunk deal. Big Friday-that was his
| room-woud simply have called for
| two porters and had the trunk taken
| downstairs and fastened on the car
| rier Of his ear. Then at the first
| good spot, out of the trunk for you
and into a river. The police wouldn't
| have wasted much time on a noater
| after it had turned out to be nothing
| but dead New York gangster Well"
| Pete reached for cigarette How
| you feeling? Look a lot better" He
| grinned as Joe Barry staggered to
| his feet. "All right. Go over and
write it. III ring for a boy. Guess
the little gals been pretty ANXIOUS
A cotton moon hung low ~ovcr the
| squatty tents Of the Dayton Brothers
| circus, outlining the serrated middle
| pieces in silvered arcs. and softening
the expanse Of the big top into a
mushroom Of shimmering velvet. From
far away, where colored lanterns
cleaned and gasoline flares sent up
their weaving smoke the concessions
/ aires cried their wares of chicken
and catfish along a line Of snack
| stands that ran for nearly half q mile