Shortly before 10:45 one night last week Patrick J. Corcoran, 45-year-old union chief of 12,000 American Federation of Labor drivers, rounded a corner near his home in the Bryn Mawr section of Minneapolis, suddenly turned to flee and slumped to the sidewalk with a bullet in his brain. At midnight neighbors discovered his snow-covered body. Mrs. Corcoran dashed from the house wailing: "It's Pat. I knew they'd get him."
Before 4 a. m. police roused Minneapolis Star Gossip Columnist Cedric Adams, hustled him to headquarters, demanded to know where he picked up...
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