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NeTIOS AMPLE SLE Py ah A Gangland Victim—William E. Moiwigygin, assistant state's attorney, as he looked when sarning his reputation as “the hanging prosecutor.’ He was shot by machine gun bullets while in company With members of the O'Donnell mob. department, shortly after the long series of investigations had begun into the mystery: “It was Al Capone, together with three of his henchmen, Frank Rio, Frank Diamond, and Bob McCullough.” Sergt. McSwiggin was positive. He had inside information, he said, which he had given to the authorities, Two material witnesses were also named, Edward Moore and Willie Heeney, Moore proved, however, that he was in the loop, and nothing of value was gained from questioning Heeney, But the dead man’s father’s charges infiamed the public still more, and the question “Who killed McSwiggin?” was now linked with another one, ‘Where is Capone?” But Al was nowhere to be found. The atmosphere was entirely too much for him, and, shortly after the first smoking headlines announcing the murder appeared, Alphonse was in his great armor-plated automobile, speeding over the high- ways to # secret hide-out somewhere in Indiana, But he came back. He came back a few days later in a grand manner which must have been impressive to “Little Hymie”™ Weiss. Capone dictated the terms by which he would surrender to the detectives from Mr. Crowe’s office, and he was met at the Indiana state line. Capone is not a great talker, but he says plenty when the public is occa- sionally favored with his utterances. And this time it got dynamite. “Of course I didn’t kill McSwiggin,” he said. “Why should I? I liked the kid. Only the day before he got knocked off he was over at my place and when he went home I gave him a bottle of Scotch for his old man. If I'd wanted to knock him off, I could have done it then, eouldn’t I? We had him on the spot. I’m no squawker, but get a Joad of this. I paid McSwiggin and I paid him plenty, and I got what I was paying for." Mr, Capone's precipitate flight had locked bad but he had a ¢ answer for that question, too. “I was afraid that some saphead copper would plug me on sight, just to get himself promoted.” Capone was released three days after his surrender. At this time it was reported that “Fur” Sammons, having fallen out with“Klondike,” had com- mitted the murders out of revenge. And so, one day, “Fur” _ Big Fellow was Al Ca [28) limped inte Crowe's office on crutches. “See these legs,” he said, pointing, “Well, I was over calling on my ‘sweetie’ at the Beauty Parlor, when some of these ‘grease- balls’ let me have it.” The McSwiggin murder continued a mystery, but the mystery of the Beauty Shop shooting had been solved. - As an aftermath of the McSwiggin murder there were a series of raids in Cicero with such outstanding haunts of vice being temporarily knocked off as “The Ship,” “The Stockade,” and “The Hawthorne Smoke Shop,” all Capone institutions. Despite this gesture on the part of the police the McSwiggin case pointed yery definitely to the fact the Big Fellow of Gangland was not “Little Hymie” Weiss, or William “Klondike” O’Donnell or any of the others. The ne. “When I wanted to open a saloon in Cicero,” said Harry Madigan, owner of the saloon in front of which McSwiggin fell, “I got a visit from Al Capone. He told me I couldn’t go into business there. But I finally got some political Pressufe myself and opened up anyway. Al came around shortly after and told me that I would have to buy my beer from him, and not the O’Donnells. So J did.” King A! could see the handwriting on the front pages however, and he knew that peace in Gangland was about as desirable te Chicagoans as good beer. The O’Donnells have been going great guns except for one Federal “rap” which they could not beat in the courts. This concerned their disasterous raid on the Morand Government Warehouse in the Valley, their Pal ee | PTL owe Ln 2. ~ old st The warehouse thousands CUrllannieu of barrels of excellent whisky and it was James “Fur” Sammons who conceived the bright idea of siphoning it with a hose. And so one night, a watchman making his rounds, discovered that bars on a window of the second floor had been cut and that through a small rubber hose of great length now lying on the ground, thousands of gallons of the precious liguid had been siphoned. He gave the alarm. When Pet Roche, ace of the investigators, surveyed the scene, he gave instructions that the equip- ment should not be disturbed and that the matter was to | stamping ground. contained thousands