An indictment handed down in Louisville last week unfolded a spy story that would have sounded far shadier if it had been less farcical. The plot was amateur pulp detective.
Scene was Louisville's Brown Hotel, Parlor A and a room three floors above. On Nov. 20, Thanksgiving, Fawcett Publications Inc. (True Confessions, et al.) circulation supervisors met there to plan sales promotion for the year ahead.
At the end of the first morning session Chicago Promotion Manager Ed Dress opened the French windows to clear the smoke-filled room. "My God," he shouted, "here's a mike." It was attached by safety pin to...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
