Wednesday, April 16th — 8:32 A.M.
Frank and I sped over to West Sixth and Bixel. When we got there the shooting was over. One cop was dead, another wounded. No sign of either suspect.
We exchanged grim looks. The gang’s take was now...
How could a man have been murdered when he was found alone in his study, a gun in his hand, and the door locked from the inside? It had to be suicide, the police figured, for although there was no suicide note there was a letter proving conclusively...