Six Dead

Last week Detective John Singer of Manhattan arrested a buck Negro for stealing a car, bought him some sandwiches and coffee, took him to Police Headquarters. It was hot. Officer Singer removed his coat, sat down to fill out the prisoner's pedigree card. Suddenly Negro Pierce snatched a revolver from Officer Singer's hip pocket, shot him three times to the death, escaped. One Kuku, a witness, was the only other person in the room. Later Murderer Pierce was captured in the Bowery after a taxicab chase. He told the police: "I shot the detective; I'm sorry." Manhattanites were shocked. John Singer was the sixth police-man to be killed on duty since Jan. 1, 1926; eleven others had been shot, merely wounded. Police Commissioner George V. McLaughlin emitted a soothing statement: "We are getting all the bad breaks so far. The police are making splendid arrests, but the luck is against them."