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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 19, 1912, Image 3

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tives surrounded the house that
night.
About 10 o'clock Vogel came
out of the house. He called a
taxicab. and drove to the Penn
sylvania station.
From there he drove to a house
on Eighth avenue, where he got
two steamer trunks, a valise, a
dress suitcase, a handbag and a
steamer bag, and was joined by
a-woman.
A police guard was left around
this house, which probably will
be raided today.
Vogel and the woman re-entered
the taxicab and droye to the
Hotel Elsemere, 884 jCortland
avenue, in the Bronx. There he
'and the woman asked for a key
and went to a room.
Four detectives followed Vogel
into the hotel, showed their stars
,to Louis Mendscheim, the pro
prietor, and ordered him to show
.them Vogel's room.
Mendscheim, shaking- with fear,
did. so. and the detectives follow
ed him to a small room at the end
of a dark, musty corridor on the
third .floor.
"That's the room," said Mend
scheim. Martin S. Fay, detective from
the Central office, rapped at the
.door, and then suddenly threw it
ocpen. Vogel and the woinan were
standing near the bed, the valise,
suitcase and handbag, open, were
.lying on the floor. Both Vogel
and hi? wife were .partly undressed.
"You are under arrest," said
Fay. "Put on your clothes at
once. I'm from the Central office."
"Oh, all right' said Vogel. "I
guess you've, got the goods on
me all right."
Vogel's shirt was lying across
the bed. He reached out as if to
pick it up. Instead, and with in
credible swiftness, he drew an au
tomatic revolver from beneath the
pillow.
Holding the revolver level with
his waist, Vogel swung it in a
semi-circle, pouring a hail of lead
at the officers. '
Fay dropped, shot twice
through the abdomen. Men
scheim dropped, shot through the
right lung. Spider Allen, a pri
vate detective, but former Central
office man, dropped, fatally
wounded.
Vogel slipped another clip of
cartridges into the automatic,
and once more swung his terrible
weapon.
Luigi Gerardi, aprivate detec
tive, fell into a chair, holding his
bleeding side. William Butler, a
waiter, who had followed the de
tectives upstairs, dropped to the
floor.
Vogel, the master criminal,
turned the revolver on his wife,
who was trying to climb out of
kthe window, shot and killed her,
and then shot himself through
the head.
Vogel and his wife were in
stantly killed. Spidei; Allen died
in the hospital .today. There is
only one chance in a hundred that
either Fay or Mendscheim will
recover. Gerardi and Butler are
onlv slightly wounded,
I When the police who had been
waiting downstairs reached the

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