Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-02-14

without comment, and went on with
the search through the police pho
tographs. His face was a mask as
he watched Sonny scrutinize the pic
lures.
"No, no." she was quick in her de-
cisions.
you're sure you'd recognize him ~
Sonny shivered: aid know him any
place. I looked at him for seven
hours. I'd know him!"
An hour, two hours, they worked.
Then Sonny said suddenly: "That's
the one!"
you're positive?"
absolutely"
O'Regan read the description on
the back of the picture:
"Pierre Rinaud, Al, five feet nine
inches tall. Paroled March 1, from
Sing Sing, for armed robbery. Good
prisoner. Living with his mother,
Antoinette in Malone, N. Y"
O'Regan said nothing more to
Sonny. He put the picture in his
pocket and went in to the Chief. He
asked the latter for the aid of Troop
er Thomas, to which the Chief con-
scented.
Soon O'Regan and Thomas sped
from the station in the police car.
O'Regan told Thomas what had hap
pened. His heart thumped as they
walked up to the Rinaud shack fiji
teen minutes later. It was on the
outskirts Of town. A woman's voice
answered his knock. "Come in"
AS they entered a shabby, bent,
old lady, with gnarled hands, stood
up to greet them. Her faded eyes
regarded the troopers with anxious
questioning.
"We're looking for your son, Pier
re. We want to talk to him.
A relieved smile broke over the
old woman's face: "He's in there a.
Sleep" She motioned toward the
bedroom.
O'Regan did not pause. He was
at the door, his gun in his hand:
Get up, Rinaud! I want to talk to
YOU"
The man jumped out of bed and
stood there, poised like panther. He
saw the gun in O'Regan's hand.
whats wrong?'
"Come out here, Pierre!"
O'Regan signaled to Thomas. The
latter took over and O'Regan went
into the shabby bedroom alone. I'm
der the pillow he found a wrist
watch with the initials ct. H." on it.
His heart pounding, O'Regan went
through dresser drawers. There was
a gun. Under the carpet, he found
a pile of bills.
When he came back into the sit
ting room, Pierre wa covering in a
chair. O'Regan snapped handouts
onto him.
The old woman gave stifled cry:
"My boy!"
"I'm sorry, Madam, but he's got to
go with us!"
She threw herself on her sons
neck and chung to him. O'Regan
gently untangled her arms. They
left her there in the lighted door
way weeping broken-heartedly.
O'Regan drove the car, Thomas
sat in the back with Pierre.
$50 the redhead squawkedw Pierre
sneered.
"Why did you do it," demanded
Thomas. "Why didn't you just hold
him up and throw him out of the
carr"
"He was too fresh, talked a lot
about his dough. 1 thought I'd show
him money isn't everything"
O'Regan heard the words with
wonder. Pierre should never have
been paroled. He was insane!
Pierre added: Didn't think she
was smart enough to remember what
l looked like"
O'Regan snorted: "You thought
the cops were dumb, too?"
Thought you'd hang it on her.
Five minutes later, O'Regar
brought his prisoner into the Chiefs
office. O'Regan threw the watch, the
money, and gun on the desk. "There
it is, Chief"
Kirk was present, so were Other
troopers and the newspaper men
After O'Regan's first few words, the
reporters scattered for telephones. Il
was the "big break" on the story.
Kirk shook Sergeant O'Regant
hand, and then hurried off to tele