Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1938-04-23
Racket SmaSher Hunts the Big One
Charles J.

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act on that belief Immediately. He had
lots Of time. he waited another week.
linen he broke, positive now that Dale
nae made a monkey Of him.
On Feb. 28th, he sent word TO the
district attorney that he had something
important to confide. When David sent
Ed Hargan, his assistant, up 70 inter-
view him. Fat asked for an assurance
OF a shortening Of his sentence. Ed
told him he would do what he could.
Then Fat said IN part:
4 Nike Dale is the man that backed
/ every racket but vice and narcotics in
the city He did IL with his brains and
his money. All can tell you is the
facts and you can't prove them by me-
! But I'll send you in to another guy
who's got all the records. His name is
Maurice Olhphant. He is Mike Dale's
secretary valet. If he won't talk, here
Is the way to put the pressure on him.
Twenty-Five years ago he killed a
| guy named Tony Barredo. Beat him to
death. Mike Dale had the case quaShed.
But murders never beyond trial. You
| threaten Olliphant or go through with
it for all l care. I'd like TO have them
\ two guys for company. And Olliphant
VIII come through. Why should play
the sucker?"
Il don't know anything about Mr..
Dale's business affairs" Maurice OIL
plant told David HobSon as he sat in
q chair opposite him in THE Singing
School" But his big still face had be-
come stiller and his hard eyes darted
uneaSily between David Hobson, Ed
Hargan and the stenographer who sat
there making notes, paying no atten-
ton to him at all
''Mr. Dale" David told him softly
financed all the rackets except vice
and the traffic which handled mar
coticS. He took large proportion OF
the profits from all of them. We know
that you have in your possession the
records dealing with such transactions. /
We want you to turn them over to us
so that we may use them in prose- !
cutting Mr.. Dale" (Sing, Maurice, I
Sing)
Il don't understand you. I don't /
know where you could have gotten such /
an impression. I am Mr. Dale's valet"
The hard eyes darting, the still face
beginning to melt.
"Mr. Olliphant." (By Mr.. David
Hobson, the district attorney. ION the
night of Oct. %, 1915, on the docks of
the North German Lloyd you did felon-
iously and with malice aforethought
beat to death one Antonio Barredo in
the course Of a fight.
ION Jan. is, 1916, the record of this
case shows that the charges against you
were dropped on the request of Mr..
Michael Dale, then leader in the 9th
Assembly district.
subsequently, you entered the en-
ploy Of Mr.. Dale. Mr.. Olliphant, we
know that Mr. Dale, your employer
financed all the rackets except vice and
the traffic which handled the narcotics.
He took a large proportion Of profits
-"
What do I get If I come across?
Do get prosecuted for murder that
happened % years ago?"
at is possible" David smiled, that
Barredo may have died in the fight
with you"
aOh, he did, Mr.. Hobsonl" ELEPHANTS
Dig face was pouring perspiration.
Mr.. Olliphant, we know that MIR.
Dale, your employer"
ak. I'll do better than that III get
you all the records. Send man with
ne"
Gentlemen" District Attorney Hob
on addressed the Blue Ribbon grand
Jury Gall grand juries were now Blue
7ibbon juries since he became district
lttorney). Il ask the indictment Of
Michael Dale, realtor Of Park avenue,
~ kAkCoC 10 gOuAASSs III lAAHb VIC AAcAfC
'roven that on Nov. II, he did feloni-
'usly-"
Maurice" Michael Dale called that
lay. 'Mauricel"
He stood there at the door Of the
Ibrary in his Park avenue apartment
nd listened for an answer which never
anne. Closing the door softly, he walked
ack into the room and sat down at
reat long table which had once graced
Florentine nobleman's castle. He sat
here and gazed eastward and past
aStward to the illimitable and I'M
nown future we mortalS know only
s, The Beyond
Listening, he heard the steps Of
loom. They paced heavily, as measured
s the lock-step kept by long term
risoners In penitentiary. A cold,
ammy sweat was on his forehead.
hen came the sound for which he had
cen waiting. A ring at the doorbell.
e heard the second man answer the
COR and the murmur Of voices. Then
he second mans steps hurrying toward
le library. The door opened.
TITS detectives, Mr.. Dale" he said.
Is eyes were wide. From the district
5torney's office. They said"
"Au right, Campbell" Michael Dale
i'd calmly. ASK them to wait
oment"
AS the door closed, he reached down
a 4 n a. n -