In the breathless heat, Chicago seemed to ache for the relief of violence. On a throbbing night, Detective Bill Murphy spotted Dickie Carpenter, 26, wanted for banditry, on a subway platform. When the policeman tried to arrest the thug, Carpenter killed Murphy with a .38 he packed under his loose sport shirt, fled on the crepe-soled shoes with which he had padded through more than 60 north and northwest side robberies since 1953.
For the next two days, his photograph on every front page, Carpenter slept in movie houses. Then Patrolman Clarence Kerr,...
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