DOUBLE-CROSSED

Waikato Times, Volume 119, Issue 19902, 3 June 1936, Page 10

DOUBLE-CROSSED

DILLINGER’S BETRAYER. I DEPORTED I'o RUMANIA. i LONDON, May 6. i Mrs Anna Sage, the “Woman in. Red” who betrayed Jack Dillinger, expublic enemy No. 1, to Federal police in Chicago and decoyed him to his death before their guns outside a cinema, reaches Queenstown, Ireland, to-day in the liner President Harding. She is on her way to her native Rumania under a deportation order. Mrs Sage claims bitterly that she has been “double-crossed” by the police. She says: “All I wanted for my part in the Dililnger affair was that a deportation order against me should not be executed. The men who wanted Dillinger so bad said they'd take care of my case." She received about £IOOO. But she still has to go back to Rumania, which she left for America when she was ‘aged seventeen. ‘ She is now forty—[our years old, ‘dark-complexioned, with a broad, al‘most colourless face, in which jet ‘ black eyes shine bitterly, and then fill with tears as she talks of “doublecr‘ossing‘” by the police. In a queer mixture of Chicago American and Romanian accents Mrs Sage tells in abrupt, staccato sentences how she bargained Dillinger’s freedom for her own. “I never saw Dillinger until ten days or so before they got him,” she ‘ says. “It was an accident that; brought me in touch with him. Polly‘ Hamilton, who used to work at my‘ hotel, was broke, and I let her stay sometimes in my apartment. She brought in Dillinger. He called him- ‘ self Jimmy Lawrence. ‘ “I did not know who he was until one day when he was reading a paper to Polly he showed her a picture, and said: ‘They’ve put me somewhere elsei to-day.‘ I saw it was Dililnger’s pic- } lure. I told Polly to get Jimmy out} of the house. She didn't know who he was, and didn‘t turn him out. Ii became scared and went to Zarkovitch.” E Sergeant Martin Zarkavitch, of the East Chicago police, called in Melvin ‘Purvis, head of the Department of Justice agents in Chicago. Says Mrs Sage:— “I told Mr Purvis I would put on my hat if we were going any distance on the following Sunday, and would be bareheaded if we went to the Biograph cinema. As we were leaving the apartment that Sunday I asked Jimmy if we were going far I said I wanted to put on my hat if we were. “He said we would go to the Biozraph. One of Purvis’ men saw I had no hat. That let him know where we were going.” After the pictures, when Dillinger and his two women companions had walked about forty feet, some one slipped up behind him and put a bulI let through the killer‘s brain. | x