The old man was called Mike. Another one was called William or Bill. I don’t remember what the others were called.
The money that they took from the men in South Braintree was in a black bag, I think.
I was scared to death when I heard the shooting begin.
Both cars had Massachusetts numbers.
The names of these men don’t amount to anything. They change them whenever they want to. When they are driven out of New York they come to Providence. I haven’t any idea where they are now. I have never seen any of them since.
Sacco and Vanzetti had nothing to do with this job, and neither did Gerald Chapman. It was entirely put up by the oldest of the Italians in Providence.
Then there are the corroborating stories of Weeks, Madeiros’ associate now a lifer in the Charlestown Penitentiary, of the owners of the Blue Bird Inn, of various Providence lawyers and policemen as to the activities of the Morelli gang.
Out of this comparatively understandable world of thieves and murderers, the affidavits lead us into the underground passages of the Department of Justice, into a world of dicks and stoolpigeons.
Here are the three main affidavits. They speak for themselves.