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She can't say exactly how tall, Sergeant.
Said he'd come up to about here on my shoulder, about five foot eight, I guess.
She thinks maybe he weighed about 170 pounds. She's not sure.
Would you ask her exactly what happened at the store? That is as much as she can remember.
Sure.
Did she tell them exactly what happened?
Well, I was at the counter when the man entered.
He went directly to the seller, the one who served him, and he had a revolver in his hand.
Well, she says she was standing by the counter, Sergeant, when the hold-up man came in.
Says the fellow went over to the clerk, the man who was waiting on her, said the fellow had a gun in his hand.
Would you ask her to go on, please?
Et après, Cécile?
He forced the seller to give him all the jewelry, and he put them in a bag of paper.
She says the hold-up man made the clerk get up the jewelry, the guy took it and dumped it in a paper bag.
Cécile, et après?
Then, without reason, after I had obtained all the jewelry, he started beating the seller with the revolver.
It was terrible, terrible. I started screaming, and then he beat me.
C'est tout d'autre que tu peux, c'est la technique.
Well, after he got all this jewelry in a paper bag, the thief began beating up on the clerk.
She says for no reason at all, he began slugging the clerk with a gun. He was scaring.
It really got nasty with him.
Naturally, it scared the wife, and she let out a scream, and he turned around and hit her.
She says it's all she remembers.
She'd like to get my hands on that lousy punk.
I understand how you feel, Mr. Gordon.
Could you ask your wife if there's anything else about the hold-up man she remembers?
Cécile?
Tu rappelles-tu d'autres choses à propos de cet homme?
Avaient-ils quelque chose d'extraordinaire?
Non, non, Robert.
That's about it, sorry.
Well, how about the man's clothes?
Does she remember anything else he was wearing beside that blue jacket?
Et le reste de ses vêtements, et pas le veston bleu, t'en rappelles-tu?
Non. Je crois qu'il avait un pantalon foncé, mais je ne me rappelle pas d'autres choses.
J'avais trop peur.
She thinks maybe he had on dark trousers. She's not sure, though.
She was too scared to notice.
Cécile, portait-il un chapeau?
Oh, non. Il n'avait pas de chapeau.
Ask her if he was wearing a hat. She says no, she's sure of that.
Well, is there anything else that she can remember about him, anything at all?
Et est-il autre chose que la police devrait savoir?
Non. Je l'aurais tout dit. C'est tout d'autre que je me souviens.
You've got it all, Frankie.
Well, thank you very much, Mr. Gordon, Mrs. Gordon.
Je comprends pas. Je comprends pas.
How's that, ma'am? Cécile?
Je comprends pas pourquoi un homme ferait une chose pareille. Je comprends pas.
She says she can't understand how a man would do such a thing.
She means how he cut up the clerk that way.
Je comprends pas.
So hard for her, she just can't understand.
Tell her we can't either.
Two weeks before, on the 27th of April at 2.30 in the afternoon,
the robbery suspect had begun his campaign of downtown jewelry store hold-ups.
Since that time, in the same general area, he had succeeded in committing three more
fewer robberies and making good his escape.
Each of the hold-ups netted him more than $3,000 in rings, diamonds, and other precious stones.
From his M.O., it was obvious that he was experienced.
All of the robberies were committed in broad daylight.
All of them were apparently well planned.
After obtaining the loot, which he dumped into an ordinary paper bag,
he turned on his victims and with no provocation beat them viciously.
After two weeks of investigation, we had yet to come up with a solid lead
on either the identity of the suspect or his whereabouts.
We had a fair description of the hold-up man.
We had a good rundown on his method of operation,
but repeated checks on possible suspects through the record bureau,
C.I.I. in Sacramento, and through our statistician's office failed to get us anything.
There were no kickbacks on our all-points bulletin.
After we interviewed Mrs. Gordon, a witness to the latest jewelry robbery,
we were no further along than we were two weeks before, an M.O. and a description.
Neither one of them were giving us much help.
At 4.05 p.m. we met with Captain Didion.
How about the mug books? Any luck there?
Mrs. Gordon's in there now, Skipper, with her husband.
They're checking through them. Nothing yet.
What else you got working?
New run going through the stats office.
Third one this week might get us something.
The store manager on that job this afternoon, did you talk to him yet?
Yeah, we did. He gave us the best lead we've had so far on the thing.
Looks pretty good.
Yeah, what's that?
Well, we had him checking the mug books,
and he came up with a partial identification from one of them, Sam Quentin Relief.
No.
Jack Maynard. He's only been arrested once here, drunk charge.
He's done time up at Q for robbery before.
Ben and I pulled the package out, and we figured he ought to still be serving time.
And Quentin couldn't tell from his record, though.
How's that?
Most possible he might have been paroled over the last month or so.
I had to put him in line for these holdups.
And you checked Quentin?
We got off the telepath to the warden's office late this morning, Skipper.
We'll have an answer pretty soon.
Best lead we've had so far. I hope it stands up.
Excuse me.
Yeah.
Robbery Didion?
Yeah.
Oh, yeah, Matt, here's my, huh?
No, you and the cadm stay on it.
Yeah, that's right. Over the weekend, anyway.
Yeah, right. Goodbye.
Well, what's the answer?
He's had three weeks. He's cleared four jobs, every one of them in broad daylight.
More than $10,000 worth of stuff. Now, how do we reach him?
How about some extra men, Pa, Skipper? Can we manage him?
What do you got in mind?
Staycox seems to be at the best angle for us for this kind of a setup.
How many teams you figure it'll take?
Oh, a dozen anyhow.
You figure that, Joe?
Yeah, just about.
The thief seems to be concentrating on the downtown area.
All four hold up through in the same general neighborhood within a 20 block radius.
Mm-hmm.
We can't cover all the jewelry stores with a dozen teams.
It'll give us pretty good coverage, though.
Sure help our chances.
Mm-hmm. You checked out all the other angles, huh?
Everything. Not doing us much good.
Mm-hmm.
Robbery Didion?
Yeah, just a minute.
You Friday.
Oh, thanks.
Yeah, Friday time.
Yeah, that's right.
Mm-hmm.
That's all. No, we'll pick it up. Thank you.
This communication has just got an answer on that teletype to Quentin.
On Jack Manning, what'd they say?
No lead. He's still in prison.
We went back and started again from the beginning.
With our best lead gone, there wasn't any alternative.
The following day, Thursday, March 11th, the stakeouts went into effect.
A dozen jewelry stores in the immediate downtown area, all of them potential hold up victims,
were placed under constant surveillance.
Three days passed. Nothing happened. No sign of the holdup man.
We stayed on it. Tuesday, March 16th, 11 a.m., at a small downtown jewelry shop,
three blocks from the nearest stakeout team, the bandit committed his fifth successive robbery
and made good his escape.
The M.O. and description matched in almost every respect.
Ben and I answered the call and drove to the scene of the holdup to interview the victim, a Mr. Walter Myers.
And he came straight back this way, just where I'm walking.
I was at the end of that counter there, just where you are.
He had a brown paper bag in one hand, and it was just a couple of feet from me.
He put his other hand in his coat pocket and he came up with a gun, pointed it right at me.
The store was empty at the time, there were no customers around?
Yeah, that's right. Just myself and my son-in-law Herb in the back room.
I guess he heard this thief talking to me and he came out to see what it was all about.
That's when the fireworks started.
And what happened?
Well, he made Herb line up along the counter right next to me.
By this time he had all the loot he wanted and that paper bag he was carrying.
Just when I thought he was going to leave, he turned around, all of a sudden he said to Herb,
you think you're a smart guy, don't you?
Then he slugged Herb with the gun, brought it right down on the side of his head, all his might.
That's when the fight started, is that right?
Just about, yeah. Herb fell down on one knee.
There was a great big gash on the side of his face.
Even when he was down, the thief kept slugging Herb, kept pounding him in the face with that gun.
Herb wasn't doing anything. I got good and sore.
What happened then?
Well, I didn't care what happened. I just got sore at the lousy crook.
I made a dive for him, grabbed him around the chest.
Here, something like this.
The two of us went down on the floor and I wrestled him for the gun.
That's when it went off. A wild shot.
Plowed right into the wall over there.
Herb picked himself up and piled on the guy, too.
I guess the crook really must have figured he was through, fought like a wild man.
I had a good hold of the topcoat he had on, but he slipped right out of it.
He grabbed his gun and the paper bag ran out of the store, left me there holding an empty coat.
This is the coat he was wearing right here, is that right?
Yeah, that's it. You can see one of the sleeves there.
It almost ripped it clean off trying to get away.
Yeah, see?
I already looked through the pockets, nothing in them.
How about this description of the man, Mr. Myers? You're pretty sure of that, are you?
Yeah, I'm positive, Sergeant.
Ma'am, you want to call the crime lab? There's a phone booth right over there, do you mind?
Oh, yeah, thanks.
I wonder if I could check that spot where the bullet hit, Mr. Myers, that wild shot he fired.
Oh, yeah, right over here, Sergeant.
Back of the cash register.
Yeah, I bet it in there pretty solid.
Yeah, lucky it was the wall, not one of us.
Say I got a pocket knife here if you want to dig it out.
No, sir, we've got a crew on the way out from our crime lab. Ballistics men, they'll take care of it.
I would like to take another look at that top coat, the one the thief was wearing.
Oh, yeah, sure.
I had already looked it over pretty good, nothing in the pockets. Couldn't find anything here.
All right, sir. Just an ordinary top coat, isn't it? There's no label on it.
No, you're right, nothing in the pockets.
Uh-huh.
What is it? Did you find something?
Oh, no, sir, it feels like a hole in the pocket here. Good size, man.
No?
Yeah.
Crime lab is on the way, should be here in a couple of minutes.
Okay, fine.
Anything at all on the coat?
Well, I don't know here.
Seems to be a hole in this pocket here. It's possible something might have dropped down into the lining of the coat, maybe.
Yeah, let me hold out that end for you.
All right, thank you.
Let me hold it up a little. That's fine, right?
Yeah.
It feels like something down in here.
What is it?
In just a minute, I'll get my hand out of there. See if I can get it.
Yeah, here we are.
A scrap of paper.
Some writing on it. What is it, Joe?
Telephone number.
The phone number printed neatly on the scrap of paper was Crestview 92085. There were no other notations.
We checked out the number and found that the telephone was installed at 6414 Cordova Drive in the Los Feliz district.
After the crime lab crew arrived at the store, Ben and I took the bandit's top coat and drove to the address listed to the phone number,
a 12 unit apartment house on the corner of Franklin Avenue and Fairfax.
The number turned out to be a public phone booth located in the lobby of the apartment.
The manager could tell us nothing. We began checking with the tenants on the first floor of the building.
We gave them the description of the jewelry store abandoned. We showed them the top coat. They failed to recognize either one.
We started on the second floor at the end of the hall. The tenant was a Mrs. Iverson.
Do you recognize the description of the call Mrs. Iverson and anything to you?
Yes. I'd say it did, Sergeant.
Have you tried the apartment next door, Miss King's apartment?
Oh, no, ma'am. Why do you ask that?
Yes. I'm almost sure of it.
Ma'am?
I've seen a man who looks like this, and then there's several times.
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March 16th, Tuesday, 2.48 p.m. Ben and I went next door to the apartment where a man answering the description of the jewelry store bandit reportedly had been seen several times.
We rang, but there was no answer. We went back and checked with the manager of the building who told us that the apartment was registered to a Miss Lenore King.
He told us that as far as he knew, Miss King worked during the day and that she usually returned to her apartment between seven and eight o'clock at night.
The manager gave us the address of the place she worked and we checked it out.
It was an exclusive gift shop on La Cienega Boulevard in West Hollywood.
We located Lenore King back at the main packing desk where she was employed as a gift wrapper.
When we put the question to her that a man answering the description of the jewelry store bandit had been seen visiting her, she readily admitted it.
Yes, that's right. I'd say he looks just like that. He drops by my apartment four or five times a month. His name's Marty.
What's his last name, Miss King? Where can we find him?
I'm sorry, I never did know his last name. I'm afraid I don't know where you can find him either.
Well, how's that, Miss King? He visits you quite a bit. He's a friend of yours, isn't he?
Not exactly. I know him. That's about all. He's a friend of a friend. It's more like that.
Uh-huh.
Excuse me.
Sure.
I'm sorry. This package has a rush on it. I'll have to wrap it now. Do you mind?
No, you go right ahead.
About this man, Marty, Miss King, you mind explaining a little more?
If you don't know him well, why should he visit you so often?
Well, to tell you the truth, it's more of a favor than anything.
Through Virginia, she's my girlfriend.
Uh-huh.
And I wish I never got mixed up in it to begin with.
Well, how do you mean mixed up in what?
Well, it's confidential, Sergeant. I just as soon as I mentioned it, if you don't mind.
Well, I'd like to have you tell us everything you know about it. It's a pretty important matter, ma'am.
I don't know really how it started. I mean, how the two of them got together, Marty and Virginia.
They just met, I suppose. Virginia fell in love with him. She had to find some way out.
How's that?
Virginia, she was crazy about Marty. I guess she still is. They didn't want to get all involved, but neither one of them.
Tremantic in a way. Could I have a minute there, Sergeant?
Yes, here you go.
Well, two of them want us to see each other once a week. It's enough for Virginia, she says. She loves him. That's all that counts.
She doesn't want to know where Marty lives, what he does, anything about him. I guess the same goes for Marty.
I see. So the two of them get in touch with each other through you, is that it?
That's right. Usually once a week, maybe once every two weeks.
It's just as soon as I talk about it, if you don't mind, though. I can give you Virginia's address.
She can tell you more about Marty than I can.
You have no idea where we can locate the man, son.
I'm sorry, none at all. The only contact I have is when Marty phones me or when he comes around.
He leaves a message for Virginia where to meet him and when, and then he leaves.
I really think you ought to talk to Virginia about it.
Uh-huh.
Here we are.
One thing I don't quite understand, ma'am.
Yes?
This girlfriend of yours, Virginia, you say she's in love with this fellow Marty?
Oh, yeah, crazy about him.
Then why are they playing this hide and seek? If they're in love, why don't they come out and get married? What's the problem?
Virginia.
What?
She's already married.
Before we left Lamar King, we advised her what the situation was.
In the event the suspect Marty contacted her, she was to get in touch with us immediately.
She gave us her promise that she wouldn't disclose our conversation with her.
We left her our card and she gave us the address of her girlfriend, Virginia Brewer, who was a South Argyle Street address, but Mrs. Brewer wasn't at home.
8.15 p.m. We drove to a place of employment, a valley nightclub out along Ventura Boulevard where she was appearing in the floor show.
She was a dancer. We located her backstage waiting to go on.
You must have some other girl in mind, officer. I don't know anyone by the name of Marty.
You sure about that, Miss Brewer? We got it from a pretty good source.
Well, I'm sure. I don't know where you got it, but it's wrong. The name isn't familiar at all. Who told you this anyway?
Close friend of yours, ma'am. She seemed to know what she was talking about.
Well, why would I got a right to know that?
Lamar King?
Lamar? How could she tell you a story like that?
We wouldn't know, ma'am. Unless it's the truth.
Of course it's not the truth. I don't know any, Marty. I don't even know what this is all about.
She says you know the man, Mrs. Brewer. She says you're in love with him. She seemed to have all the details.
Now, is there any good reason why she'd tell lies about you?
I don't know. You believe what she told you?
Yes, ma'am, we do. Unless you can prove it's a lie.
I'm sorry. That's my introduction. I have to go off.
All right, ma'am. We're away.
Thank you. Thank you.
Just a minute. We have to take another bow.
Yeah, go ahead.
Thank you. Have a good time.
You want to come back here after? We can talk there.
All right, be fine.
In here.
Thank you.
Well, I will do at any point in trying to cover it over. Only one thing I'd like to ask you.
Yes, ma'am?
My husband doesn't have to know, does he? I mean, whatever there is to this, you don't have to tell the papers, do you? You can keep it quiet.
Whatever you tell us will be strictly confidential, ma'am.
All right. I know Marty. I've known him for six months. I know I wasn't lying. I'm in love with him.
Well, we're not prying into your personal life, Mrs. Brewer. We'd just like to locate this man, Marty. That's all. It's pretty important to us.
Why is it important? Why do you want him?
Robbery investigation, ma'am. We'd like to get a hold of him for an interview.
Robbery? Think Marty's done something? Is that why you want him?
We're not sure. Do you have any idea where we can find him?
No. I'm working on the North. I guess she told you about it. I mean, Marty and I, how it's been.
You have no idea where he stays, where he works?
No, I don't. I've been that way from the beginning. Well, no one knows as much about that as I do.
Only one way I can get in touch with him, that's when he leaves a message at the North, or I leave a message.
We first met, Marty and I, and that's the way we both wanted it.
He didn't want to get all involved. Because of my husband. I didn't either.
Have you seen this Marty lately, Mrs. Brewer?
Yes, about ten days ago.
You expect to see him again soon?
Well, I don't know. I suppose so. He'll leave a message with the North if he wants me. That's all. I can go on.
Could you leave a message for him with the North?
Yes, I suppose so. That's the way Lee calls, though.
Mm-hmm.
Can't you tell me more about it, Sergeant? Why do you want him? What's it about?
We're going to have to ask your cooperation, ma'am. Your friend's a robbery suspect. We think he's a pretty good one.
Marty?
Yes, ma'am. Now, the next time he contacts you, the next time he sets up a date with you, we'd like to know where, we'd like to know when.
You think he's guilty? You really think he's done something?
Well, he's a suspect, ma'am. That's all we know.
I guess you'll know I told you. I love him. Love him more than anyone. It won't make any difference.
Ma'am?
It won't make any difference. I love him. Even if he is guilty, it won't make any difference.
The will to him.
Eight fifty-five p.m. We continued questioning Virginia Brewer.
Before we left, we got her promise that in the event the man known as Marty contacted her, she would notify us immediately.
Nine twenty p.m. We checked back in at the office and made arrangements to keep the home of Virginia Brewer under constant surveillance,
as well as the apartment of her girlfriend, Lenore King.
The following morning, we checked with a ballistics man at the crime lab who examined the slug which had been taken from the wall of Walter Meyer's jewelry store,
the latest of the holdup man's victims.
It was identified as having been fired from a.32 caliber revolver.
The slug was marked and filed as evidence.
Thorough examination of the topcoat which the suspect had left behind at his last holdup failed to yield any new leads.
The jewel trays at the store which had been held up were also checked for fingerprints.
A week passed. No sign of the jewel thief. Wednesday, March 24.
I'll grab it.
All right.
Robber in a Merrill.
Oh yes, yes ma'am.
Well when was that?
All right.
Fine, yes ma'am. Thank you. Bye.
You got anything?
That friend of Mrs. Brewer's, Lenore King, said this fellow Marty called a few minutes ago.
Set up a date with Mrs. Brewer.
Supposed to meet at Lenore's apartment.
When?
Eight o'clock tonight.
Four forty-five p.m.
We checked with Captain Didion and set up a plan to have the apartment building where Lenore King lived thoroughly covered that night.
Carr and Matthews were assigned to cover outside the main entrance.
McAlib and Olson would cover the lobby.
Ben and I would be in the apartment proper along with Mrs. Brewer and Lenore King.
By six o'clock that night we were all in position.
We waited.
Six thirty, seven o'clock, seven thirty.
We waited.
Mrs. Brewer walked the floor with a drink in her hand.
Seven forty-five, seven fifty.
Ben watched at the window.
Virginia Brewer got nervous.
You can't prove it. You don't know anything for sure.
How I know you're not trying for a frame, trying to blame Marty for something he didn't do.
We're not blaming him for anything ma'am. He's a suspect. We want to talk to him that's all.
Why don't you sit down huh Virginia? No use getting upset. It'll be all right. Come on honey.
Got him all over the place.
Cop.
Waiting for Marty. What am I supposed to think?
Why don't you relax Mrs. Brewer. If he's not the man you got nothing to worry about.
He's right honey. Sit down huh.
Let me refresh that drink.
Hey Joe.
Yeah.
Carpooling up outside. It's a damn.
I'm gonna let you see.
Right in front.
Hey.
Man getting out.
He's coming in here.
Marty.
Can't see him. He must be inside.
Marty.
Marty.
Why didn't you tell me?
We want to hop downstairs Ben and see what happened.
Yeah all right.
It'll be all right honey. Take it easy. It'll be all right.
I didn't know.
I didn't know.
Sergeant why did you do it?
Do what ma'am?
Marty.
I didn't know about it.
We didn't know anything about each other and this has to happen.
Why didn't you tell me?
I wouldn't know.
I love him.
The rest I don't know but I love him.
If he was in trouble he could have told me.
If he loved me he would have told me. He would have told me everything.
Well I guess maybe you got the answer.
What?
He didn't love you.
The story you have just heard was true.
The names were changed to protect the innocent.
On June 29th trial was held in Superior Court, Department 91, City and County of Los Angeles, State of California.
In a moment the results of that trial.
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The suspect Martin Arthur Kessington was wounded but not fatally when he attempted to resist arrest.
After interrogation he dictated a signed statement admitting guilt for all five of the jewelry store holdups.
He was tried and convicted on five counts of first degree robbery and received a sentence as prescribed by law.
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