Tony Marlow was a bootlegger who lived in mid-town Manhattan next door to the
Harding Hotel. On this date in 1928 he was standing in
front of the hotel smoking a cigarette at 10:30pm apparently waiting for
someone.
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 Tony never got well.
"He must have done something. They don't kill you for nothing." - Chicago Gangster Ted Newberry. Rubbed out January 7, 1933
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