The Press: The Inside on Bugsy

For a managing editor who likes a good, splashy crime story, the murder of Benjamin ("Bugsy") Siegel in a Beverly Hills mansion (TIME, June 30) had everything. Last week the tabloids of Manhattan, the sensational papers of Los Angeles and, to a lesser degree, papers all over the U.S. played it high, wide & handsome.

Among the sure-fire ingredients were Hollywood names, hints of big-time crime, and some intriguing reports about Bugsy's women friends, one a countess. The papers knew just enough about Bugsy's love affairs to write headlines about "mystery women." There were few solid facts to get in the way of newspaper crime writers. And almost anything could be written about most of those involved. They were not the suing kind; courtroom discussion of their shady reputations was the last thing they wanted.

The tried& -trusted clichés came tripping out of typewriters: "gigantic underworld combine"; "imported triggermen"; "multimilliondollar gambling empire"; "mob biggies." Florid Florabel Muir, the New York Daily News's specialist in Hollywood crime, at least tried to be different. She wrote: "Bugsy was cut down amid the overwhelming perfume of blossoming jasmine. . . ."

Hearst's Los Angeles Herald-Express headlined: BUGSY RUBOUT LINKED TO LOVE TRIANGLE. The story began: "Revelation of a quarrel and breakup between . . . [Siegel] and Virginia Hill, beauteous mystery-veiled heiress, and the disclosure of a 'No. 1 boy friend' in her romantic life led police to the theory that a 'love triangle' rather than an underworld 'double-cross' may have touched off the gangland czar's rubout."

Hearst's morning Examiner the same day had been just as certain that Bugsy was slain by two imported gunmen because he had paid too much attention to a New York gang leader's girl. By next day the Examiner had still another theory: the murder was ordered by the leaders of a national narcotic ring.

Choice Choices. In fact, readers could take their pick of a dozen theories: the murder involved a fight over stolen jewelry; it was gang war for control of a news service to bookies; it was tied up with a West Coast shipping strike; it was war over distribution of a certain brand of Scotch whiskey; it was "The Syndicate," roiled over Bugsy's losses as manager of its $6,000,000 Flamingo Club at Las Vegas. To some confused readers it seemed that there must have been a lot of people standing outside the rose-trellised window that night, contending for the privilege of drawing a bead on Bugsy.

Columnist Westbrook Pegler, who writes for Hearst, got off an angry piece which lashed at "some of the guttersnipes who cover the saloon beat and never bring in any news but write free advertising about some of the dirtiest criminals out of prison." Hearst's Manhattan movie critic Lee Mortimer (who recently took a couple of punches from Frank Sinatra) assured his readers that he knew Bugsy. Bugsy's death warrant, he wrote with an air of absolute authority, was signed last winter in Havana by Procurer Charles ("Lucky") Luciano.