Mrs. Elsie Kowalsky could hardly believe her ears. She took another look at the hole in the chimney on the third floor of the dirty-yellow brick building at IO2A Nassau Avenue, in the Greenpoint section of Brooklyn. Then she called again. A man's voice answered her from somewhere below. She cried: "Why don't you come out?" The reply came hollowly: "I want to stay."
Thoroughly frightened, Mrs. Kowalsky hurried to her home next door, thought it over for a while and called the cops. With axes and crowbars, policemen dug into a little closet-like...
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