It was a juster after noon on August 29, 1933 and Philadelphia/South Jersey crime boss Mickey Duffy was in Atlantic City watching a sand lot baseball game near the home of his lawyer Arthur Werblun. Earlier that day the two had visited a congressman to discuss a Federal indictment hanging over Duffy's head. After the meeting they went to Werblun's home and they stopped to watch the kids play ball in a nearby lot. At one point while enjoying the game Duffy said to his lawyer, "I feel fine Arthur, and I don't think I got an enemy in world."
Shortly after one p.m. Duffy bid farewell to his lawyer and returned to his thousand dollar a week suite at the Ambassador Hotel where he'd been staying for about three weeks. Once there, he called room service, ordering lunch for three. The waiter brought up the food and saw Duffy lying on his bed sans shirt and shoes. He didn't see the other two men whom he brought the meals up for. At 3:25 p.m. a chambermaid near Duffy's suite heard three loud reports and reported them to the house detective. The detective approached Duffy's room and noticed the door ajar. Entering, he saw Duffy lying on his right side, as if sleeping. Both his hands were tucked under his cheek. Had it not been for the three bullet holes in his head he would have assumed the beer baron was sleeping.
Authorities believed that after lunching with his two cohorts, Duffy laid down for a nap and his lunch guests let themselves back into the suite after waiting for the gang leader to doze off and gave him the works.
Mickey Duffy
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