The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-06-28


actions-when he flew back t.
his natty clothes which made
and was more like delighted boy
than a self-confessed triple muir
derer. 1t was his first airplane
flight-incidentally-and proba-
bly, will be his last.
Irwin, 26-year-old sculptor, slept
fitfully Saturday night in antici-
patton of the gala" day before
him despite his lengthy confession
to the killings of Veronica Gedeon,
her mother. Mary, and Frank
Byrnes, lodger, last Easter Sunday.
He Becomes Indignant
Shortly before noon, he was
hustled to the office Of John j.
Sullivan, 'Chicago's chief of detec-
tives, after appearing in the regu-
lar police lineup. Shackled to him
was a casual prisoner.
In contrast with his jovial hui
NOR, however, Irwin rose in indig-
nation when Sullivan attempted
to question him about his past life.
The detective chief asked him
routine questions as to his birth,
parentage, ETC., then followed with
the question:
"Were you ever arrested be.
fOre?"
Irwin shouted Indignantly:
"NO."
Then he changed his demeanor
and added, rather sheepiShly:
"Well, yes. Once l was sent
to the Oregon RefOrmatory for
clipping pictures from library
books"
Then, in a purring tone, sulli-
van asked:
slow long did you serve?"
JUMPS TO HIS FEET
At that, Irwin attempted to
Jump to his feet. He almost
screamed:
"Mr. Sullivan, 1 resent this
this placing me before q group
Of gawking newspaper men. Are
you inSinuating that am 'unCO-
Operative'?"
This ended the interview.
Irwin, wearing an immaculate
tropical suit, with Panama hat
and two-toned shoes Of brown and
white, then agreed to pose for
about twenty-five news photogra-
phers-a session that seemed to
give him great delight.
But so insistent were the camera
men, after scores Of bulbs had
flashed, that he again lost his
temper. He Squirmed in the face
Of the lens barrage and again
seemed to scream:
'No more, no mOre!"
A husky Chicago detective
grabbed him by the arms and
attempted to bring Twins face
within the focus of the cameras,
Snarling as he did so:
"YOu murderOuS :"
But the scene wound up with
Irwin being rushed to another po-
lice office. There, extradition pa
pers were issued, and Lieut.. Mar
tin s. owens, New York detective,
tooq him into custody. Accompa-
MED by Detective Frank Grim
minis. Owens and the prisoner
started for the municipal airport
on the outskirts of Chicago.
1t was then that Irwin regained
his compoSure. AS he neared the
airport, he smiled and joked with
his guards. He viewed with
almost childish enthusiasm the
great airliners as they roared
away. and cried delightedly:
(Which ship are we going to
sail on? This is my first air
flight"
Nearby attendants assisted the
New York police in hustling him
into an American Air Line ship.
For once he disdained the numer-
GUS flashlights and stood in ad-
miration as the giant motors were
warmed up.
SlOuches Into Seat
With a farewell wave, the young
artist slouched down into his seat
with owens beside him, and the
ship scared off. Until far beyond
Detroit. Irwin chatted and joked
with the accompanying policemen
and newspapermen, who appar-
emily did not share in his mirth.
He had only one complaint.
That was that he was not permit
ted to remain in a Standlng posi-
ton at times. He would want to
get up and stretch occasionally,
but each time he moved to do so,
Owens, q diplomat" of the Serv-
ice, would say:
"Come on, now, sit down
cit down like q good boy"
Meekly Irwin complied.
For an ensuing half hour the
two officers took their prisoner to
the forward part Of the ship and
questioned him infinitely on the
eruesome admissions he had made
to Universal Service in the office
of the Chicago Herald and Exam
liner. It was these startling dis
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