The Daily Alaska empire., 1937-04-15
By CHARLES NORMAN AP Feature Service Writer
 Last of a Seriesl

NEW YORK. April 15.--Inspector Ryan's cold blue eyes returned again and again to the brown pla- cidity of Major Greens face.
 The half-pint size negro porter was undergoing routine question ing It had been a brutal murder, the victim a pretty bride. To any but police officials it would have been amazing to see how many ev- eryday persons shopkeepers, de- livery boys. laundrymen. tailors- had fallen under the scrutiny of de- tectives. Green was one of these. He was not suspected-just yet but there was something in his eyes.
 T asked myself a thousand times what it was,' the veteran cop ad- mitted afterward
 From that moment, in the subway. on the street, at his tasks, at his home, even in his sleep, Major Green was under surveillance. U,
 But" as Ryan put it, its one thing to suspect murderer, and quite another to pin job on him.
 Three Sleepless Nights e,
 The body of Mrs Mary Harriet Case was discovered at 6:35 D. m.. Monday, January Il. On Thursday, January IA, the grand jury indict- ed Green for first degree murder, He was sent to the Sing Sing death house. And Ryan and his men have turned to another mystery that of the triple Gedeon murdeE.,
 For three days and nights when the Case murder broke neither In- spector Ryan nor any man on his picked squad of detectives slept a wink.
 My men rejected relay sug- gestion,' he says. "They were anx- ious to stick with the job until it was finished Be sure to mention that. I don't want all the glory. Without them I'd be nowhere"
 At a. m. Wednesday morning Green was being questioned again in the Case apartment.
 Fingerprint TaIIies
 Pools and smears of blood soag- ulated on the floor Greens shirt and shoes were taken from him The shirt bore the markings "FWC", MT. Cases initials. Asked where he had gotten the shirt, he said it had been given to him by another resident in the apartment house. A few minutes later Ryan was shaking that man out of al sound sleep and taking him along.
 This was mere by-play. The shirt was not his, and Ryan knew it. But it was necessary to confront Green with the alleged owner, who denied ever having seen the shirt.
 The evidence against Green reach- ed impressive totals, but still the wiry little porter denied all. One ,damning link to the crime was a bloody fingerprinti found on the jamb of the bathroom door. Itl itallied with Greens.
 Alexander Clarke, of the Bureau of Criminal Identification, had gone around powdering the apart ment to bring up tell-tale marks. When the fingerprint appeared on a doorjamb, it failed to photograph clearly. That part of the door was sawed out and sent to the bureeau
 If the landlord objects, we'll buy him a new door," said Ryan I
 The next day another finger print was found, the bureau re- ported it was not Greens"
 Now" says Ryan, with a twin kle, whose fingerprint do you sup pose it turned out to be? Give upp The fingerprint experts"
 All In Days Work
 Tn the end, Green incriminated himself by admitting he was in the apartment when the woman was struck down. And the case was clinched by a piece of his skim scraped from the victims finger nail
 Speaking of breaks" Ryan says:
 T guess it's experience more than anything else. You can almost tell by talking to fellow-except in a few cases-whether he's mixed up."
 At 50, John J. Ryan's voice can whisper or boom. His men don't like that-particularly the booming part. There are times, too, when he does neither. He just looks. And the icy pools of his eyes be- come searchlights under which de- tectives spurt into action and sus- poets cringe and wilt. But brusque' or genial, his men are his to com