Both cars had Massachusetts numbers.
The names of these men don’t amount to anything. They change them
whenever they want to. When they are driven out of New York they come
to Providence. I haven’t any idea where they are now. I have never
seen any of them since.
Sacco and Vanzetti had nothing to do with this job, and neither did
Gerald Chapman. It was entirely put up by the oldest of the Italians
in Providence.
Then there are the corroborating stories of Weeks, Madeiros’ associate
now a lifer in the Charlestown Penitentiary, of the owners of the Blue
Bird Inn, of various Providence lawyers and policemen as to the
activities of the Morelli gang.
Out of this comparatively understandable world of thieves and murderers,
the affidavits lead us into the underground passages of the Department
of Justice, into a world of dicks and stoolpigeons.
Here are the three main affidavits. They speak for themselves.