Tony Marlow was a bootlegger who lived in mid-town next door to the Harding Hotel. Eighty-four years ago tonight he was standing in front of the hotel smoking a cigarette at 10:30pm apparently waiting for some one.
William White, a real estate salesman, who knew Marlow from the neighborhood saw him loitering and walked over. “Hello Tony!” White said offering his hand. As the two men were shaking hands, two more guys appeared from behind a parked car, one tall and slim and the other short and stout. Before anyone knew what was what they opened fire hitting Marlow five times before he had a chance to pull out his own gun.
A beat cop heard the shooting, ran to the scene and started after the gunmen. After a short chase the killers escaped. Returning to the Harding Hotel the officer loaded Marlow into a cab and took him to the hospital where the gangster was questioned about the shooting. When asked who shot him, Marlow responded in typical gangland fashion, “I’ll take care of them myself when I get well.” But his slayers needn’t of worried because he died the next the day.
"He must have done something. They don't kill you for nothing." - Chicago Gangster Ted Newberry. Rubbed out January 7, 1933
3 comments:
Was there any suspicion cast Mr. White's way, or was he just at the right place at the wrong time.
Mr. White was given the all clear. As were Messrs. Brown, Orange, Blonde and Pink.
I guess Mr. Blue didn't make it. He was "dead as Dillinger."
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