ABSTRACT
Early on the morning of 15 July 1912, at New York City’s popular midtown nightspot, the Metropole Cafe, small-time gambler Herman Rosenthal was waiting for a big-time payoff. His complaints about police harassment had finally made headlines, and at any moment he expected to be offered a handsome bribe from fellow gamblers to keep quiet. When a large group of them arrived at the cafe, Rosenthal excitedly gathered his belongings and scurried out into the street, but before he could even see beyond the glare of the streetlights the shots that would ensure his eternal silence rang out around him.
