ABSTRACT
On Christmas Eve 1919 the police chief at Bridgewater, Massachusetts was Michael Stewart. The warmth of his station was besieged by the frosty snap and drifting snow of a New England winter. Then the new Bell telephone rang. The pay truck of the White Shoe Company with Christmas wages aboard had just been held up. It found its path to the factory blocked by a dark touring car, possibly a Buick or Hudson. Two men stayed at the wheel of the car, two scrambled out of the back doors. One ran towards the pay truck, bent his knees, raised a shotgun and started firing. The second stayed closer to the car and began shooting from the hip with a revolver.
