Evening star., 1935-01-21

south to Cape May and the broad ex-
panse Of Delaware Bay. State troop
ers were sent to patrol all Of them.
William S. Cuthbert, city director of
public safety, blamed the escape on
lack Of proper warning as TO Karpis
| identity.
If We had been told or had suffi-
cient indication that this was Amer
ica's public enemy No. l, and that he
was as tough as he turned out to be,
I would have sent the entire police
force down there" he said.
Guns Blaze In Hotel.
Bullets spattered on the walls OF a
narrow, dimly-lit hotel hallway, gun
fire flashed in the darkness Of the
hotel stairs and Karpis was free from
one more police trap.
| Outside. in a pouring rain, men
waited with guns ready. Every exit
was covered. Every door was watched.
But Karpis was gone.
While two detectives blazed away
from the landing, the mo. /" enemy
walked from the fourth floor Of his
hotel hideaway-a stones throw from
the Boardwalk, vacation haunt Of
thousands.
| Not until his submachine gun barked
again. from a garage across the street,
were the police sure what had hap
pened
How 1t happened is puzzle yet.
How Karpis, with a machine gun
under his arm, and Campbell, with a
| coat thrown over his underwear. could
melt into the darkness and rain is the
| mystery touch that was needed to COM
plete the detective-thriller story Of the
gangster's getaway.
Three detectives-Eddie Mulhern,
Arch Witham and George Brennan
who sought to trap him, but were
trapped themselves.
The marksman played his role shot
a key from woman's hand without
touching her fingers.
Challenged to Fist Duel.
Policeman Jimmy Campbell topped
of the drama by dropping his empty
pistol and shouting to his machine
gun duelist
| Drop that gun and come out in the
street and fight like man" A deadly
'rat-a-tat-tat" was the answer to that
challenge.
The detectives had entered the
Dan-Mor Hotel to surprise what they
thought to be "an ordinary tough guy"
When the raiders reached the fourth
1oor Of the hotel they met a man walk
ing down the hall in his underwear.
Looking for some one" he asked
politely.
Yes, who's the fellow in that room
there"
"Oh. he's pal Of mine. Wait
minute and Ill tell him you want
him"
And Campbell-for it was he-went
IN the room, locked the door and
snapped of the lights.
Key Shot Away.
The hotel owners wife. Mrs. William
Morley, was summoned with a pass
Key. A bullet spat through the open
ing as the door swung back and the
key in her hand few to pieces.
Mulhern stuck his pistol through the
doorway.
officers"
Stick 'em up yourself" came a
voice inside. The door swung wide.
and machine gun started to chatter.
Inc detectives, outlined clearly in
the light, could see only the gun
flashes in the darkened room. They
scurried for safety as bullets bit into
walls around them.
Down the hall and down the stairs
again into the cover Of darkness.
backed the gangster, always keeping
a curtain Of gunfire between.
"Rat-a-tat-tat. "rat-a-tat-tat." Kar-
pis was sweeping the street with
leaden hail so Campbell could steal
a car from the garage.
Firing as they went the fugitives
sped in one street and out another.
twice doubling back from dead ends
at the Boardwalk
In Snake alley" which winds and
bends like a curling reptile, past the
rear Of the Dan-Mor Hotel, the small
Ter machine made the turns at higher
speed than the clumsy BLACK maria"
and the patrol was lost.
Before fleeing from the hotel dis
trict, Karpis amused himself by biaz-
ing away at every policeman he saw,
and they dotted the neighborhood
seeking a chance for a pot shot at
him
Hes worse than Dillinger." they
said.