The Life and Times of a St. Paul Yegg
Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:48 am
November 18, 1932:
Earl Howe, Prisoner Number 452345 of Joliet Prison set in his cell as the morning roll call took place. He read the latest book by John Dos Passos called "1919" and waited for the cells to be opened for breakfast. His cell mate Richard Loeb looked down from the top bunk and smiled. "Its always good to see another prisoner educating himself. You should go to the class that Nate and I teach." Earl snarled at Richard, "Leave me alone you queer unless you want to be knifed!" Richard simply smiled back. Before a fight could break out the cells opened and he lined up and then marched to the dining hall.
In the dining hall he was served his food and took the tray to the table where his friend Harry sat. He stared in distaste at the runny eggs, rubbery bacon, moldy biscuit and tepid coffee. Earl tried to eat some of the food only to become sick. He pushed the tray away and stared at the window where the blowing wind and rain showed that he was not getting a chance to go outside today. Earl lighted up a cigarette and contemplated spending the next 19 years in this hellhole.
As he did so a guard came up to him, "Earl you have a visitor. Lets go!" Earl wondered who it was as he stubbed out his smoke and was led not to the visitors room but to the lawyer conference room. As he was led and forced to sit down he stared at the visitor across the way. The lean scarred face and oily black hair led him to realize quickly that he was looking at a member of the Chicago Syndicate. "Who the hell are you?" Earl asked. The man smiled, "Call me Anthony, last name not important. We have a job for you."
"In case your blind I am in prison here."
"Not to worry, care to hear about the job or not?"
"Tell me, I got nothing in here but time anyway."
"As you can figure I work for the Syndicate. Our brothers in arms who are back in Italy were recently approched by the Nazi SS. They are tired of waiting to take power and they want us to look for something for them. You see back in the old days there was a religion that worshiped the old gods in India. There spells and ritural was all written down in a black book which was stolen by a French explorer sometime during the 1650's or 1660's. The explorer then turned over his loot to the French court of Louis XIV who did not really know what he possessed. It molded in the archives of the court and sometime during the early days of the Revolution it was stolen by a member of the mob who ransacked the palace. Somehow the book passed from hand to hand and ended up in England around 1812 and then was sold in the late 1800's to J P Morgan who placed the book in his library. Anyway somehow the book has ended up being held in a bank in St. Paul and the Nazi SS want that book and will pay dearly for it. So, are you up to stealing it for us?"
"How?"
"We were secure your release of course."
"And those of my gang members still alive? Harry my git man is serving 4 years here, Ryan my lobby man is serving 40 years for kidnapping in Angloa State Prison, Dave my getaway driver is retired and living in Texas, and Vinnie is working for another gang."
"You will have everyone you need and more besides. Think on it and I will be back tommorow at this time for your answer."
Earl watched as Anthony left and then stared off in space and said, "Will you join me my dear comrades for one final job?"
Earl Howe, Prisoner Number 452345 of Joliet Prison set in his cell as the morning roll call took place. He read the latest book by John Dos Passos called "1919" and waited for the cells to be opened for breakfast. His cell mate Richard Loeb looked down from the top bunk and smiled. "Its always good to see another prisoner educating himself. You should go to the class that Nate and I teach." Earl snarled at Richard, "Leave me alone you queer unless you want to be knifed!" Richard simply smiled back. Before a fight could break out the cells opened and he lined up and then marched to the dining hall.
In the dining hall he was served his food and took the tray to the table where his friend Harry sat. He stared in distaste at the runny eggs, rubbery bacon, moldy biscuit and tepid coffee. Earl tried to eat some of the food only to become sick. He pushed the tray away and stared at the window where the blowing wind and rain showed that he was not getting a chance to go outside today. Earl lighted up a cigarette and contemplated spending the next 19 years in this hellhole.
As he did so a guard came up to him, "Earl you have a visitor. Lets go!" Earl wondered who it was as he stubbed out his smoke and was led not to the visitors room but to the lawyer conference room. As he was led and forced to sit down he stared at the visitor across the way. The lean scarred face and oily black hair led him to realize quickly that he was looking at a member of the Chicago Syndicate. "Who the hell are you?" Earl asked. The man smiled, "Call me Anthony, last name not important. We have a job for you."
"In case your blind I am in prison here."
"Not to worry, care to hear about the job or not?"
"Tell me, I got nothing in here but time anyway."
"As you can figure I work for the Syndicate. Our brothers in arms who are back in Italy were recently approched by the Nazi SS. They are tired of waiting to take power and they want us to look for something for them. You see back in the old days there was a religion that worshiped the old gods in India. There spells and ritural was all written down in a black book which was stolen by a French explorer sometime during the 1650's or 1660's. The explorer then turned over his loot to the French court of Louis XIV who did not really know what he possessed. It molded in the archives of the court and sometime during the early days of the Revolution it was stolen by a member of the mob who ransacked the palace. Somehow the book passed from hand to hand and ended up in England around 1812 and then was sold in the late 1800's to J P Morgan who placed the book in his library. Anyway somehow the book has ended up being held in a bank in St. Paul and the Nazi SS want that book and will pay dearly for it. So, are you up to stealing it for us?"
"How?"
"We were secure your release of course."
"And those of my gang members still alive? Harry my git man is serving 4 years here, Ryan my lobby man is serving 40 years for kidnapping in Angloa State Prison, Dave my getaway driver is retired and living in Texas, and Vinnie is working for another gang."
"You will have everyone you need and more besides. Think on it and I will be back tommorow at this time for your answer."
Earl watched as Anthony left and then stared off in space and said, "Will you join me my dear comrades for one final job?"