Evening Star Newspaper, July 14, 1935, Page 40

D—8 PURYS FALLLT 5 UNCONFRWED Hoover’s Office Makes No Comment—G-Man 3ays He’s “Glad” to Quit. By the Associated Press. A suggestion that dissension be- tween Director J. Edgar Hoover and Melvin H. Purvis, jr., ace of the Chi- cago force of “G-men,” was behind Purvis’ resignation went unconfirmed yesterday at the Justice Department. After telephoning Hoover at Atlan- tic City late yesterday, Justice officials said: “Purvis has resigned and Mr. Hoover sees no reason for comment.” Although officials declined to com- ment on reports of dissension, an au- thoritative source said privately fric- tion between Hoover and Purvis was known to exist. Formerly Denied Shift. Several months ago Hoover hotly denied that Purvis had been relieved as agent in charge at Chicago, saying: “That's 100 per ccwt wrong.” Persons familiar with the work of the “G-men” report the job has dis- advantages. A special agent is on call 24 hours a day and frequently is shifted back and forth among di- vision points, sometime as often as three times a year. Daniel M. Ladd, the Department of Justice agent named yesterday as chief of the Chicago office, has a service | record similar to that of Purvis | A native of Fargo, N. Dak. he en- tered the Federal service in 1928, and during the last seven years partici- pated in most of the prominent gang “clean-ups” accomplished by his de- partment. Former Chicago Agent. A former agent in Chicago. “Mickey” Ladd was in charge of the New Orleans bureau in 1932, and dur- ing a part of 1932, 1933 and early in 1934 commanded the Federal agents in St. Louis. | From April, 1934, until May of | this vear Ladd's official position was agent in charge of the St. Paul office | and frequently “sat in” for Purvis. In May, following Purvis' return to | the Chicago office after a lengthy absence, Ladd was named to the spe- | cial field force of the Bureau of In- vestigation in Washington. Unlike Purvis, who was a bachelor, Ladd is married. A son of the late | United States Senator Edwin F. Ladd | of North Dakota. the new agent in | charge of the Chicago bureau was educated at George Washington Uni- versity. He is in his early thirties. RESIGNATION HELD VOLUNTARY. Not Aid New York | Vice Probe. Hoover Savs | 1asted THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, JULY 14, 19 0 5} —PART TWO. JAZZ An Exciting, Ultra-Modern Love Story. By Wyatt Rundell. SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING | INSTALLMENTS. Tn his second year with Babe Bunton's Orchestra, strumming banjo and guitar and pleasing dance floor crowds with his singing, Peul Machanello startles his fel- low musicians and roommates, Bud Sai uels and Puny Gormley. by announcing that he is goine to marry Ina Frederick- son. telephone company employe. ~ The orchestra plays in the Summer at the Trocadero in a Kansas City amusement park. The roommates have been in the habit of moving frequently—at the request of landlords. after riotous parties. On the eve of the wedding Paul laughs when Ina asks whether Jessie Whitewood has ever m- pavs is mi little Paul tinued Jibes at man until Paul Aren't ATLANTIC CITY, N. J., July 13 (#).—J. Edgar Hoover, director of the | Bureau of Investigation of the Depart- | ment of Justice, said today the resigna- | tion of Melvin Purvis as head of the | bureau was “entirely voluntary.” | Hoover, who has been here this week attending the convention of the Inter- | national Association of Chiefs of Police, said “there is nothing” to re-| ports Purvis would join the staff of Thomas E. Dewey in the investigation of vice conditions in New York. Hoover said he had talked by tele- phone with Purvis several times this week. PURVIS HAPPY ON QUITTING. Says Reasons Personal, But Fails to Amplify Situation. By the Associated Press. CHICAGO, July 13 —Melvin Purvis, resigned head of the Chicago Bureau of Investigation of tie Department of | Justice, says he has no regrets because he is leaving the ranks of the “G- men.” “Frankly, I'm glad to get out of here,” he said today, but he dodged all queries as to why he was resign- ing with the rejoiner: “I'm quitting for purely personal Teasons.” It was the same sort of reticence which was adopted suddenly in Pur- vis' office here after the slaying of John Dillinger, and was a spur to epeculation as to the cause. PILSUDSKI PALACE WILL BE MUSEUM| Widow to Serve as Custodian. Marshall Left Little Fortune. meant_anvthing to him which will affect their happiness. Paul and his pals meet Jessie_as they start for tbe church for y__ After boneymoonine st Gal- Veston. ~Paul and Ina visit her parents in Dallas. _With misgivings Eaul takes Ina to a party given by the o St s wuests. warns Paul that unless he ‘more atiention to her. although she by his con- knocks him down in the gether more. They disatree violently when Paul wanis to 8o into debt ir s foar. her by changing his mind. INSTALLMENT X. HE next morning Paul and Ina each other. Both felt a sense of personal responsibility in the instigetion of their disagreement the other of concession in the matter of the purchase of the coupe. ‘They strove to make amends in a hundred | atmosphere of almost painful mag- | nanimity. At 1:30 he took her to work and lingered unaccountably after | she hesitated, her eyes interrogatory, | he kissed her swiftly, to her confusion | and to the delight of the elevator “What a man!” they chorused. Paul's joy in the world about him | until that evening, when it a waltz, played hauntingly to a dark- ened room by violins, piano and trom- | bone unassisted, he stood near the was suddenly aware of Jessie before | him. Jessie, in pastel green. moclish-I ly tight, her platinum blondness dis- gracefully into the line along the counter beside him. | “Hello, Hot-Shot,” she greeted. | ously. His reply was short, lacking enthusiasm. “Ya,” he said. “Still love me?"” extending & crushed package. “Thanks. I still love you. you thrilled?” apprehensively. “Soft pedal” he ex- horted. “Wanna start a lot of talk?” She laughed coolly. “I don’t mind,” | charming as the hypotenuse of a nice, zippy, triangular affair?” He regarded her unhappily. “Don’t be a hypotenoose—around my neck. Why don't you move to Australia, or some place. I can spare you.” hand under his arm, leaned against his shoulcer intimately. “Tell the truth, now.” she prompted. “Haven't bit?” His hands moved helplessly. *Jes- | sie, for the love of Mike!” he remon- What do you think I am—a Mor- mon?” | His concern continued to amuse her. the wedding and Paul has trouble silenc- ing Pun: Homer 8t Georges, There is much drinking arried now. she will tell Ina about Ina has insisted buy & rar. Finally Ina vields, then Paul could not be nice enough to of the day before, and each suspected various ways and the result was an | she had bade him good-by. When girls. was dashed without warning. During | soda fountain, iced drink in hand, and | tinctly alluring. She fitted herself | He chewed a fragment of ice, nerv- | “Uh—want a cigarette?"—hastily He surveyed the crowd around them she said. “Don’t you think I'd be be so geometric,” he requested. “You'll She laughed again and, slipping a you missed me a little—just a little strated, “Cut it out. Be your years. She considered him smilingly for sev- eral moments, then leaned closer with | the air of one imparting a secret. “Did you know,” she inquired, softly, “fhat you're taking me home tonight?” He recognized the long-expected summons, but rebelled against it. | “No!” he exclaimed. “No. I can't.| I'm to meet a couple of fellows at—"| “Yes?” she interrupted. “How un-| fortunate. I'm sorry to have you| break an—an engagement, but I know | you wouldn't disappoint Jessie. Not Jessie.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. Paul seemed to sag. His eyes roved | huntedly from her around the dim room. His face was drawn and an| ounce more pressure upon the thin | glass he held in his clenched hand | would have shattered it into bits. “Some other time, Jess,” he offered, at length. “It's impossible tonight. | These guys are—" “Yes, I know. Cousins of yours— | from Peoria. Or is it Memphis?” Bud passed, apparently unconscious | of them in the throng near the foun- | then dismissed the incident with char- | you come with me?” BAND {&¥ tain. However, he said, “Let's go, Paul.” The lights were on. “I'll be at Jerry-Joe's,” Jessie in- formed him. “But, listen—I have to—" “I'll be at Jerry-Joe’s,” she repeated, over a shoulder. He went slowly back to the orches- tra, shuffling his feet, pushing his way through the crowd. In the dressing room, when they were through, Paul cornered Bud. “Ride in with Tom,” he requested, briefly. “I want to take the flivver.” Bud looked at him queerly. “Jes- sie?” he hazarded, a hard note in his voice. “Well—yes. What of it?” “Oh—it's your affair. Only——" “Well, get it off your chest.” “Why don't you lay off that dame, Paul? She’s bad news—you know that. And a swell girl like Ina—" Paul stopped him with an impatient gesture. His eyes burned. “Skip it,” he said, sharply. He turned away. Bud stared after him a moment, acteric abruptness and ran after Puny. Paul hesitated on the steps, debating whether or not to phone an excuse to Ina, but finally decided against fit, resolving to make the deposition of Jessie upon her doorstep short work. He retrieved the battered roadster from its parking place and drove to- ward the establishment of Jerry and Joe. He reckoned without the Whitewood ingenuity. There were merrymakers | to greet them, champagne cocktails, dice-rolling. He could not resist. It | was 3:30 when he unlocked the stair door of the apartment. The ride through the sharp night air had | cleared his brain, but he found that he was still slightly unsteady on his eet and experienced some difficulty n fitting his key into the lock, due to the gentle weaving of the door- stoop. He concentrated his mind upon the explanation of his lateness, for- mulated on the way home. Met a guy he had played with in Milwaukee. Bill Constantine—one white guy; didn't make 'em any better. Bill had in- sisted that he come up to the room and have one for old times' sake. Couldn't refuse old Bill. One drink had led to another and in the absorp- tion of reminiscence he had neglected to note the hour. Should have phoned—but in the excitement of see- ing Bl it had slipped his mind. Old Bill Constantine. Same old Bill. He went carefully up the stairs, his mind busy with the story of his erst- while comrade. The apartment was dark and he congratulated himself. Forgetting the draught through the rooms, he neglected to close the hall door, and before he had taken half a dozen steps into the thick blackness of the living room, there was a rever- berating crash. He froze in his tracks, and listened intently for sounds of awakening from the bed room. “Paul—?" 1Ina's voice bore the startled ihflexion of suddenly enforced consciousness. “Yes,” he echoed. He went into the bed room, guided by the gleam from the windows, and switched on one of the dressing table lights. Ina sat up in her bed and yawned sleepily, stretching her rounded, bare arms, her hair a mass of delightfully dis- ordered ringlets. “Sorry I woke you, Sugar,” said Paul, penitently. “The—the door blew shut, I guess.” She held out & hand to him, which he took, seating himself on the edge of the bed. He seemed a trifle uncer- tain as to how to proceed. “There's some beer and sandwiches in the refrigerator,” she said. She smiled at him brightly, a smile end- ing in a yawn that she concealed | against his shoulder. His restraint | dissolved and he hugged her almost roughly. “You're a honey!” he exulted. “Will She nodded. He picked her up al- most before she had time to divine oS aylyvamial 3 BAYERSON OIL_WORKS coLumMBlA 5228 | slightly his intention and carried her out into the kitchen. In the darkness he stumbled against a chair and she clutched him with convulsive fingers. “Who——!" she articulated, breath- lessly. He regained his footing and paused for a moment, holding her tightly. in his arms, and his lips found hers before he put her down in the break- fast seat. He snapped on the light and de- prived the icebox of its treasure. They established themselves in the nook by the window and munched contentedly. Ina sat with her satiny pajamaed knees drawn up almost to her chin and looked very young and provocative while Paul sprawled comfortably in the opposite seat and, between bites, wondered at’ her matter-of-fact ac- ceptance of his delinquency and the slight odor of alcohol that he had borne. His mystification became oral. “I guess you want to know where T've been,” he invited. Ina eyed him composedly, almost indifferently, he thought. “Have I asked you?” she returned, evenly. But her smile faded. “No-0, but I thought I had better explain. You see I met Bill—" “Wait.” She stopped him; her tone was slightly colder, and she met his surprised look firmly, her eyes holding a suggestion of resolution, as if she faced some crisis. “Paul,” she went on. “Do you | remember that I asked you—the night we decided to—to get married, if you would tell me the truth? And you said that you would? It doesn't mat- ter so much where you've been—if you'll only tell me the truth. If you're not going to, I don't want to hear it.” Paul stirred vaguely. She leaned forward and went on. “There’s a lot of things,” she said, earnestly, “that I know you might be tempted to do, and I could understand them because I know—you. But I do | want you to tell me the truth. Are | you going to keep that promise when you tell me about tonight?” He was silent for a long moment, studying the amber liquid in his glass in an effort to regain his poise, tempo- rarily shaken by her unexpected lead. He stole a glance at her and was startled at the directness of her gaze. He answered hastily. She was soft, warm, clinging, | “Why—sure, Babe. I promised— and I'll keep it.” He told her about Bill Constantine, and she listened in silence, almost list- lessly. Paul drank beer and talked gesticulatively, sparing no detail in a lurid word picture of his reunion with his one-time intimate. When he had finished she made some impartial com- ment, but seemed to consider the inci- dent closed. She rose and stretched her arms about her head, exquisitely feminine in the thin, satin pajamas she wore. “Oh! but I'm sleepy,” she intoned She smiled at him apologetically. “I hate to leave such a nice party, Honey, but I'm going to bed.” In the darkness of the bedroom her apathy vanished. She lay wide-eyed, unrelaxed. A sharply indrawn breath sounded suspiciously like a sob. When Paul came in a few minutes later she was apparently asleep. 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