CRIME: Moe the Gonif

The carriage trade of Beverly Hills, Calif, was greatly taken with Mr. Maurice Monte Reingold, the fashionable jeweler and clubman. He had the greying good looks of a man of 56 who keeps himself in condition. He peddled costly kickshaws behind a fagade of glass and pink & grey marble—only a thimble toss from Dress Designer Adrian's atelier. To the Hollywood elite he was just plain Moe. But to the cops he was a high-class gonif.* Last week they proved it.

Until this spring, all they had on Moe was a jaundiced eye and a 1942 federal rap for perjury....

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