Late one drowsy afternoon last week a pretty, red-haired girl and two men strolled out of an ornate apartment house on New Orleans' Canal Street and climbed into a waiting automobile. Passersby gaped as a score of purposeful men suddenly vaulted from behind bushes and parked cars, surrounded the machine in which the girl and her friends sat. Under the muzzles of sawed-off shotguns and revolvers the men were trussed up like hogs ready for butchering, all three dumped into waiting automobiles, whirled away.
Hour later, mystified newshawks were called into an...