Chicago sweated as the woolly, wet heat topped 99°. But it was not too hot for lurid drama. For the first time since the Leopold-Loeb thrill murder of 1924, the home of sudden gunfire and anonymous funeral wreaths last week had a crime story juicy enough to appease its appetite. It seemed like old times.
The famed Front Page Chicago press came to life, chased its tail and bayed bulletins. It intimidated the police, tried the case on Page One, manufactured a confession and imported Murder Novelist Craig Rice from California to worry over the accused. Readers jumped aboard with letters...
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