The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-04-20

u most to extinction by this drab tourney through the night. But he was not what he looked.
 Greatly belying his looks, he was a bandit, a killer and a fugitive from Justice, He was Cade Bar ron, killer, Public Enemy Number g. badly. wanted for his latest cold -blooded killing, the murder of a guard while robbing a United States mail truck of $6O,0O0 In cash and money orders at New Brunswick, N. J., nine weeks be- fore. He was on his way to New York, doubling on his tracks in the belief he could break through the cordon thrown round him by police and government agents and gain the haven of ship which would carry him to Europe and safety.
 Sprawled there seemingly indif- ferent and bored, his mind, ratlike in it's fluctuations from aDJect cowardice to murderous courage, leaped from one to another of a number of dire possibilities.
 He might he recognized and ar- rested. His description had been broadcast over the nation by radio, press and teletype. His picture. printed on a hundred thousand "throw-aways was in every po- lice station, private detective agency. post office and department of justice headquarters In the land. And his arrest meant his death, his execution, He'd had to shoot that sap because he hadn't got his hands up quick enough. What else could he do? But it looked bad.
 The police didn't worry him so much. He knew he could outsmart them because he had done 1t be- fore. But the government dicks were different. They were clever and they never let up. Why, may be at this very minute they HIS EYES DARTED
 ABOUT THE BUS
 His eyes darted about the bus from passenger to passenger There were only five besides him. self and the girl. A sleeping farmer who had got on at Lam- bertville, A fat woman and her spoiled son, about or 8. sleeping now. An elderly man and his wife who had boarded the bus at the same place he and the girl got on Altoona. No government dicks among them. What the hell was the matter with him? He must be turning yellow! He writhed up- comfortably in his seat and for the hundredth time reasoned himself out of the recurrent panic.
 Nobody would ever recognize him in this outfit. It disguised him as completely as if he wore a beard and blackened cork upon his face. Neither his pictures nor his broadcast description fitted him now. Both showed him a thug, un- shaven, ragged, animal-like. He always took care to look that way on job.
 Then the hue and cry, the "heat" had died down. Nine weeks. The cops and government dicks would be cooled off by now. And even if they weren't, hey'd never look for him on a bus headed straight past the spot where he'd bumped off that guard. No. If they were looking for him at all, it would be around Pittsburgh and points west. They'd figure he'd try to get as far as he could from New Bruns- wick.
 They were looking for him around Pittsburgh now because they had found his car there last week. He was eight weeks ahead of them. And that was because he was smart.
 It was because he was smart that he was dangerous. And 1t was his smartness, he realized with a thrill of vanity. more than any, thing else which had been respon- sible for the order flashed to all police and government operatives. Bring in Cade Barron, bank rob- Der and murderer, dead or alive"
 He was eight weeks ahead of them now but at any minute that lead in time might vanish. And when it did, he would face death. Any copper or government dick who recognized him would, he knew, be tempted to shoot him on sight. Well, his own trigger fin ger wasn't paralyzed, he thought grimly, and his right hand crep' furtively over to his left side to caress his automatic in its shoui- der holster. And, anyhow, 1t didn't look as though they'd catch up with him for while. And that, again, was because he was smart. Take the way he had worked this last job, for instance.
 In the first place, it was lone job. Nobody ever knew he ever had 1t in mind Nobody knew, for n long time, that he had done 1t. That meant there was nobody to squeal. no stool pigeon to peddle the information to his favorite copper. no accomDlice 10 sing under the persuasion of q rubber hose or sockful of soap in the backroom of a police station.
 Then he had planned every step of the robbery weeks before he com mitted it. He knew the ap- proximate time the mail truck passed the lonely spot which be- came the scene of the robbery every day. And he knew just the day when that truck would carry a large sum of money in cash and money orders.
 Having figured all this out, he went to work on the details. A month before the rOnDery, ne bought good suit of clothes. un- derwear, shoes and nondescript suitcase of the best quality and put them away for future use. He bought q cheap car. a coupe. and speeded up the engine himself, be- cause he was a good mechanic. On the night of the robbery he drove this car of his to spot about three miles west of the place where he was going to hold up the truck and parked 1t in front of vacant house in the better" residential section--after locking inside the clothing and the suitcase he had bought a month before but had never used.
 He walked away from there and, about twenty minutes before the mail truck was due. he stole car and drove 1t to the place where he would await the coming of the truck. The robbery had been com pleted before the cars mystified and irate owner had notified the police 1t had been stolen.
 HE WAS UNSHAvEN,