"When Dalhover came into the store I saw that he and his picture that I'd been studying were absolutely identical," said Walter Walsh, now 90 and living in Arlington, VA. Disguised as a clerk behind the counter, the G-man casually polished guns and waited on customers.

Hurd recalled, "I made pretense that I had not seen [Dalhover], and I walked behind Walsh and took a couple of films off the shelf and in walking back I nudge Walsh and said, 'There he is.'

"Then I walked out into the floor and suddenly looked up and said hi to Dalhover," Hurd said. "He walked up to me and said, 'Have you got that stuff I ordered?"'

Hurd never had a chance to answer because Walsh, a quickdraw artist, stuck a gun into the outlaw's ribs and barked, "Stick 'em up!"

"Dalhover had both of his hands in his pockets and, of course, he had a gun in each hand," Hurd said, "and he sank down as if he were going to shoot. Then he drew out his hands and they started crawling up in the air."

Hurd recalled that Walsh then grabbed Dalhover by the shoulder, turned him around, booted him, and fell to the floor. Walsh landed on his back and with the butt of his gun, Hurd said, began to hammer Dalhover behind the ear screaming,"Where are your pals? Where are your pals?"

Nitschke raced toward Dalhover and the two G-men yanked the gangster to his feet. Dalhover didn't answer as Walsh continued to pound him in the face with the pistol butt.

"Finally, Dalhover said very quietly as if nothing was happening at all, 'They're right outside,"' Hurd said.

While Hayes handcuffed Dalhover at the rear of the store, Walsh looked up to see Shaffer standing in the doorway, trying to come in. Believing the latch was locked, the outlaw began firing through the glass.

Walsh, who had been hit in the right chest by one of Shaffer's bullets, fired back at the outlaw, with Nitschke shooting machine gun bullets over his shoulder. Despite chest and facial wounds caused by flying glass, Walsh was able to unlatch the door and walk outside both guns blazing.

With the help of two riflemen firing from a third-floor window across the street, the G-men finished off Shaffer with a total of 23 bullets. He fell hard onto thc street's cobblestones.

Devereux and other agents had approached the rear of the Buick while Shaffer was being shot.

"I got out my .351 rifle," Devereux recalled, "went to the left rear door of the four-door sedan and tried the door but it was locked so I smashed the window with my rifle, reached in and unlocked it. My partner was on the other side of automobile doing the same thing to that door. Brady, who was in the back seat resting his arms over the front seat, with his head toward the store, jerked around and I told him he was under arrest, get out of the car."

Brady slid along the seat toward the driver's side, nearly falling out of the car as he lost his footing due to the many weapons concealed beneath a blanket on the floor.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot me, I'm coming, " he cried as he inched toward the door. But as he stepped out onto the running board, he reached into his waistband and pulled out the .38 revolver he'd stolen from state Trooper Paul Minneman as he lay dying at the Caley Church in Indiana after a bank robbery on May 25.1937. Like Minneman, Brady fired four shots while holding the gun in his right hand.

Devereux and three others, including Myron Gurnea shooting from across the street, returned the bandit's fire. He collapsed onto the streetcar tracks after running several feet from his car. having made a brief stand, true to his word that "no copper's going to take me alive."

For a moment there was Silence. Then shoe leather hit the pavement as the curious ran to the scene to view the mangled remains of the nation's most-wanted criminals. A few minutes later Jack Hayes, who had been standing behind Dakin's, walked a badly shaken Dalhover through the crowd, past his dead buddies and to the city jail a block away.

While Walsh stood outside Dakin's waiting to he taken to Eastern Maine General Hospital, a woman, appalled at the sight of the dying Shaffer twitching helplessly in the street, ran up to Nitschke and made an appeal.

"Oh, get an ambulance, this man is still breathing," she said.

Nitschke responded with a string of off-color epithets, Walsh said, ending with the remark, "We shot him to kill him! Get this man of ours to the hospital."

Shaffer's mother wired money for his body to be returned to Indianapolis for burial. Because Brady had no close relatives, and since times were hard during that Depression year. no one claimed his remains. He was quietly buried in the city grounds of Bangor's Mount Hope Cemetery in a grave that remains unmarked.

Dalhover was executed in the Indiana electric chair on Nov.18, 1938, after having been found guilty of the murder of Trooper Minneman.