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course when a man wanted for at
tempt to murder shows himself to the
police whose duty it is to capture
Instead of being arrested Annen
berg was conducted, like an honored
guest, to Police Captain James
O'Ddnnell Storen's office, in which he
and Beck were closeted for half an
Beck, the managing editor, and
Annenberg, the slugger, came out of
the police captain's office smiling.
Evidently their little chat had been
very satisfactory to them. They
went home for the night
Meantime Belford had been car
ried to the corner drug store. He
believed himself fatally wounded. In
a choking voice he gave the address
of his parents in Cleveland, and asked
that his body be shipped to them,
with the message that he had done
nothing to deserve the shooting.
"He shot an innocent man,"
he cried brokenly. "Tell my peo
ple that; tell everybody that."
The most desperate efforts were
made by the Maxwell street police to
suppress the story of" the shooting.
In all fairness it should be record
ed that so far as can be made out,
these efforts were made at the di
rect command of -Captain James
O'Donnell Storen; commanding offi
cer of the station, and therefore
those under Storen can in no way be
Storen himself chose to disappear
immediately after his interview with
Beck and Annenberg which was so
satisfactory to Beck and Annenberg.
Where he went into hiding no one
seems to know; his family denied
knowledge of his whereabouts, say
ing he was working, and he certainly
was not working at the police sta
tion. Apparently Storen also ordered
Lieut. Michael Clohesy, the officer on
watch at Maxwell street when the
shooting occurred, to disappear also,
since that gentleman also dropped
most miraculously out of sight.
. Even last night the attempt to sup
press the news of the shooting was
in vigorous progress.
A Day Book reporter went to Max
well street station about 8:30 o'clock.
He found Lieut. Larkin, the desk
sergeant and the operator discussing
something portentious in hushed
tones. They quit talking when the
reporter inquired for the captain.
"He's not in," said the desk
sergeant, "and we don't know where
he is. We don't know when he'll be
"Thanks," said the reporter, "I'm
from The Day Book. Have there
been any arrests in connection with
the Belford shooting?"
The desk sergeant seemed to be
annoyed. Lieut. Larkin straightened
up. The operator bent forward to
"Don't know anything about it,"
"Who is the lieutenant on duty?"
asked the reporter.
" The desk sergeant looked helpless
ly at Larkin. Larkin colored.
"You're lookin' at him," he said.
"About the Belford shooting?" ,
asked the reporter.
"I don't know anything about it;"
said Larkin. "It didn't happen on my
watch. I don't know a thing about
it. Perhaps the captain could have
told you about it. You just missed
the, captain hy about two minutes."
The reporter called up Lieut.
Michael Clohesy's home. A feminine
voice said that Lieut. Clohesy had
"gone for the night." It did not say
where the lieutenant had "gone."
A dozen calls at Captain Storen's
home were without avail. The cap
tain was not home yet; the captain
was "working out north"; the captain
was anywhere and everywhere but
where he could be found.
This policy of suppression of the
news was kept up until 11:30 o'clock
today when it became plain to the
police that they would have to act
whether the Tribune liked it or not.
Belford was only 23 years old. He