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NOON '.EDITION NOON-EDITION
NOBODY ANYWHERE HAS MONfcY ENOUGH TO
' GET AN AD. IN THIS NEWSPAPER
THE DAY BOOK
An Adless Daily Newspaper.
Editor arid' Publisher.
500 South Peoria St.
TeL Mqnroe 353..
V0L.-2, NO. .178 Chicago, Saturday, April 26, 1913
WORLD'S WORST BANDIT HURLS HIMSELF TO
DEATH BEFORE GAPING THQUSANDS
JLacombe:the Terrible Smiles in Death as He Smiled
' When Torturing the Man and Woman Who
- Would Have Betrayed Him.
.,Paris, April 26. Lacombe, the worst bad man Paris ever knew, is
dead. And,Paris is duly thankful. For Lacombe's life was one long play
timer with :murder as his chief sport.
For a while in the United States; Tracy, the ban'dit, was thought to bo
the .worst bad .man in the world. But Tracy was a coward. and ran away.
Lacombe never ran. . '
Here!s the way he worked.
The., police would hear some automobilst had been murdered in the
suburbs and his car stolen.
An hour-of .suspense would follow for the police. For they knew that
somewhere, 'soon, a bank would be held up by a quartette of men in the
stolen automobile, the bank- officials
-murdered and a huge sum stolen.
And it always happened! And it
always was Lacombe's' work. The
police knew that.
,Hbw ware .they to get Lacombe?
Lacombe. told them they -would never
get. him and hold him.
"I shall never run from- you," he
wrote them .by mail. "When you
catch"mewl'll escape, or else I'll kill
myself, for I never shall go to jail."
Once a former friend of Lacombe's
turned stool "pigeon and, Wed to help
the pqlice get the "bandit -
The next night there came a Tap at
-"this' man's door. When tne door
opened-Iiac.ombe walked in; He seat
ed himself and drew a revolver. He
smiled' at the man and his wife, and
his smile was the smile of death
"You will please undress and get
into bed both of you," said La
combe. "It's midnight now," said Lacomb:
and he smiled again. "At 10 o'clock
in the morning I shall kill you. i
might do it before that. But I do noc
think so. I surely will do it at 1C
The' woman began to pray aloud.
"Do not pray to God," said La"
combo. "There is no God in Jhe first
,placevt Aj4 there vrg, J am