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Ep Zand a topcoat. The killer got-in the back seat and Walter” a pointed the car for 28th Street.-His nerves were’ i cf frvanging ike harp strings. He knew 18,000 ci cops ha stool pigeon nigh irave man foc, He was ai te ee con mht ve ti 0! *5 meD a! Dig ald paper atched away from hini. , a corner, Walter heard :what he nati was a ret cndons crash of glass, Lepke.-had “thrown away the dark ‘glasses he had used for: isguise. But to the jumpy columnist it sounded like a truck going . through a store window. 7 At Street, Winchell pulled up behind the parked > -FBI car. Hoover was sitting alone in the back seat. Wal- 2” ter led Lepke over. “Get in, Mr. Buchalter,”. said the . ” G-man, who never addresses a criminal by his nickname. | “Where are your high and mighty friends now?” . Pm ning to wonder,” muttered Lepke, as the — » ~ driver tumed south toward Foley Square an d FBI head- quarters. At 18th Street, “Hoover nudged Winchell “and ‘said, +~ “Get out.of the car.” OT epeney ge cay. i; “What do you mean, get out?” sapped the columnist, ; ~ not tee it. “I thought this was m said the G-man. “If gu : headquarters see me with you and Le Lep e theyll a ‘ou ui to your own story.” > nks, John,” said Walter, and got out. - The columnist found himself in a deserted business . -section. He ran for blocks before he-found an open with a phone booth. Finally he got his night city editor * on the wire. * =“This is Winchell,” he panted. “Here’s your page one ‘g story. Lepke has surrendered! I just turned him over $0 “John Edgar Hoover!” _. ~ 4 “Take itea easy, Walter," said the man at the desk. “Your 3 the front b Page tonight. Stalin ‘fust signed a pact with Adolf Hi <a. (Copyright, 1947,, ve ‘Billy Rove) sub HA. wed 7