The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-20
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Take me in and let me talk te your chief, will youP"
 So Larry went in to talk with tho Portsmouth chief of police, while Tony LaRocco, ct his instruction hurried to telephone the Lycomine county sheriff; and both of these officials promised full cooperation to the extent of their ability. [.
 An hour later three police cars drew to @ halt at the concrete bridge that marked the county line In them were Larry Glenn, three other federal agents, Mike Hagan and the Portsmouth chief of police with Q half dozen of his best men all heavily armed. Beyond the bridge waited another car, with the Lycoming county sheriff. and four deputies carrying riot guns The cars stopped and Larry ano the Portsmouth chief held Q briei consultation with the sheriff; then they ell started of again, with Thornton sitting beside Larry ir the leading car to point out the route.
 Twice they made wrong turn ings. As Thornton said, some of the roads in this part of the county had been relocated in recent years; once they followed an execrable road that petered out, at last, in somebody's farm yard, and a little later they found themselves pulling up in front of @ deserted country school house, with tree toads croak- ing derisively in the surrounding grove.
 But at last Thornton held up his hand as e signal at e crossroads and confidently told the driver to turn to the left.
 i've got 1t now" he said. We take this road for about 0 mile, or e little less, and then we turn left on little lane that goes into the woods"
 They proceeded along the dirt road in the direction the detective had indicated. It was dark, now, and their lamps cast long beams of light down the peaceful roadway ahead of them; and the glare sud- denly reminded Larry that there was no sense in making their ar- rival too conspicuous.
 At this direction, therefore, they drove past the place where the. lane branched of, and parked their cars out of sight around 6 bend in the road. Then grouped about the leading car, Larry laid out Q plan of attack with the sheriff and the Portsmouth chief.
 As 6 result, Tony LaRocco, Thornton and Doyle crept of through the woods; and five nin- utes later one of the Lycoming county deputies got one of the cars, turned 1t around and drove slowly for the mouth of the lane that led to French Pete's place. Reaching the fork, he turned down the lane, with his lights on, and slowly fol- lowed 1t. The rest of the party followed on foot, 50 yards behind him.
 The car had gone perhaps c quar- ter of Q mile from the road when man suddenly appeared in the light of its lamps. He stood in the middle of the road, an automatic shotgun in his hands. The deputy slowed to Q halt.
 "Where you goin', buddys" asked the man with the gun. The deputy put his head out of the window and said, innocently, "Why-isr't this the road to Middleville7"
 The man with the gun looked at him scornfully.
 "You ought to know 1t ain't," he said. "This's private grounds You'll have to go back to the main road"
 "sure thing?" said the deputy.
 Sure thing" said the man witt the gun. Come on, back up. Xot can't go through here"
 The deputy. instructed to stal for time, began to make some pro test, and the guard came up to ward him, gripping his gun menac ingly; then, out of the darknes of the woods, came curt, "Pu ] 'em up. buddy = you're covered!" 1 The man with the gun faltere' back a step, and into the light Q the autos lamps came LaRoccs Thornton and Doyle. levelling re volvers at him. He cursed softly and hesltantly elevated his hands still holding the shotgun. LaRocc stepped forward and took 1t ava from him. The man was quick frlsked and relieved of e .32 auto |matiC and 6 blackaAck. Then h