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...Having graduated, he was assigned to the bureau at Kansas City, Mo. Last week he was at work on his first important case. He and two other agents went to the post office at Topeka, hung around for three days waiting for Alfred Power (alias Gerald Lewis alias Thomas Malley), New York bank robber, to claim a package at the general delivery window...
Month ago the Northern Westchester Bank of Katonah, N. Y. was stuck up. The robbers got away with $18,000. In Manhattan, Thomas Malley had registered a black Plymouth coupé, license 4Y-7607. That was the car in which a man had been making calls at the post office in Topeka. If he came back, the general delivery clerk was to give the tip-off to Agent Baker. On the third noon of Agent Baker's vigil, the clerk gave the signal...
...when the Trouble started. Old Mother Ireland and her woes meant little to him: his family were gentry and his childhood in Mayo and Dublin had been governess-guarded. But when the guns began to pop in Dublin's Easter Week rising, O Malley's heart told him that he was Irish too. He sneaked out of the house after dark, joined a pal who had a rifle, took turns firing at British rifle flashes. Soon he had joined the Irish Republican Army as a volunteer, left home for good. His governessy upbringing rubbed off fast...
...Malley and his men had many a brush with the police, the Black & Tans, the British soldiers, waged a waspish war attacking isolated barracks and police stations, barricading roads, ambushing convoys. He was wounded half a dozen times. One unlucky morning he was captured. Put through a grisly third-degree, beaten up, constantly threatened with death, he was finally clapped into Kilmainham Gaol, Dublin's strongest. Few months later, before his identity had been discovered, he and a few bold comrades escaped. A seasoned veteran now at 24, O Malley was sent back to his guerrilla battlefield, this time...
...real Irish stew of a book, Army Without Banners has a smoky flavor, is spudded with hunks of lyrical description, plenty of jagged bones and gristle of realism, and enough meat to go round. Author O Malley has not piled on his horrors as he might: more than once he obviously cuts a grim tale short. But not always. In the worst days of the Trouble, when the British were shooting any Irishman they caught with arms on him. O Malley's men captured three English officers. They were armed. Under standing orders from headquarters, O Malley had them...