Mr. Cohn fell inward into the elevator.
The perpetrators then entered the stairwell and went to the third floor. They reported to the others that they 'had blown away a honky motherfucker on the elevator,' and that the cash register had contained 'only a lousy five hundred fucking dollars.'
A conversation, within hearing, but out of sight of the victims, was then held, during which one of the perpetrators announced he had found an inflammable fluid and soaked some carpet with it, and that he was going to 'burn the fucking place down, and the honkies with it.'
Another perpetrator was heard to say, 'It's time to get the fuck out of here.'
The perpetrators then, without further discussion, apparently ignited the inflammable fluid that had been poured upon a stack of carpet, descending to the first floor by means of the stairwell between the freight and passenger elevators, exited the building via a fire door in the rear of the building opening onto the alley (Rodman Street).
Opening of the fire door set off an alarm, which both caused bells mounted on the front and rear of the building and in the finance and executive offices to begin to ring, and was connected with the Holmes Security Service. A Holmes employee then
(a) Telephoned the Police Radio Room,
(b) Attempted to telephone the Goldblatt Building to verify that the alarm had not been accidentally triggered, and on failing to have anyone answer the telephone,
(c) Contacted a Holmes patrol unit in the area, informing him of the triggering of the alarm in the Goldblatt Building.
The Radio Room of the Philadelphia Police Department is on the second floor of the Police Administration Building at Eighth and Race Streets in downtown Philadelphia.
'Police Emergency,' the operator, a thirty-seven-year-old woman named Janet Grosse, said into her headset.
'This is Holmes,' the caller said. 'I have a signal of a fire door audible alarm at Goldblatt Furniture, northwest corner, 8^th and South.'
The call from Holmes Security Service was treated exactly as any other call for help would be treated, except of course that Mrs. Grosse, who had worked in Police Radio for eleven years, seemed to recognize the voice of the Holmes man and made a subconscious decision from the phrasing of the report that it was genuine, and not coming from someone who got his kicks sending the cops on wild goose chases.
'Got you covered,' she said, which was not exactly the precise response called for by regulations.
Eighth and South streets, Mrs. Grosse knew, was in the 6^th Police District, which has its headquarters at 11^th and Winter Streets. She looked up at her board and saw that Radio Patrol Car 611 was available for service.
She opened her microphone.
'Six Eleven, northwest corner, 8^th and South, Goldblatt's Furniture, an audible alarm.'
RPC 611 was a somewhat battered 1972 Plymouth with more than 100,000 miles on its odometer. When the call came, Officer James J. Molyneux, Badge Number 6771, who had been on the job eighteen years, had just turned left off South Broad Street onto South Street.
He picked up his microphone.
'Six Eleven, okay.'
Officer Molyneux turned on his flashing lights, but not the siren, and held his hand down on the horn button to clear the traffic in front of him.
At just about this time, the ringing of the alarm bell had attracted the attention of Police Officer Johnson V. Collins, Badge Number 2662, who was then on foot patrol (Beat Two) on South Street between 10^th and 11^th Streets.
Officer Collins was equipped with a portable radio, and heard Mrs. Grosse's call to RPC 611. He took his radio from its holster and spoke into it.
'Six Beat Two,' he said. 'That's on me. I've got it.'
Mrs. Grosse immediately replied, 'Okay, Six Beat Two. Six Eleven, resume patrol.'
Officer Molyneux, without responding, turned off his flashing lights, but, having nothing better to do, continued driving down South Street toward Goldblatt amp; Sons Credit Furniture amp; Appliances, Inc.
Officer Collins walked purposefully (but did not run or even trot; audible alarms went off all the time) down South Street to the Goldblatt Building. It was only when he found the doors closed and the Venetian blinds closed that he suspected that anything might be out of the ordinary. Business was slow, but Goldblatt's shouldn't be closed.
He glanced up the street and saw RPC 611 coming in his direction. Now trotting, he went to the corner of South and South Ninth Streets, stepped into the street, and raised his arm to attract the attention of the driver of 611. He recognized Officer Molyneux.
He made a signal for Molyneux to cover the front of the building, and when he was sure that Molyneux understood what was being asked of him, Collins trotted down South Ninth Street to Rodman Street, which was more of an alley than a street, and then to the rear of the Goldblatt Building.
The fire door had an automatic closing device, but it had not completely closed the door. Collins was able to get his fingers behind the inch-wide strip of steel welded to the end of the door to shield the crack between door and jamb and pull the door open.
He took several steps inside the building, and then saw the body lying in the freight elevator and the blood on the elevator's wall.
'Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!' he breathed, and reached for his radio.
'Six Beat Two, Six Beat Two, give me some backup here, I think I've got a robbery in progress! Give me a wagon too. I've got a shooting victim!'
Then, suddenly remembering that portable radios often fail to work inside a building, he went back into the alley and repeated his call.
'What's your location, Six Beat Two?' Police Radio replied.
'800 South Street. Goldblatt Furniture.'
The first response was from Officer Molyneux.
'Six Eleven, I'm on the scene. In front.'
He was drowned out by the Police Radio transmission. First there were three beeps, and then Mrs. Grosse announced, '800 South Street. Assist officer. Holdup in progress. Report of shooting and hospital case.'
Then there came a brief pause, and the entire message, including the three beeps, was repeated.
The response was immediate:
'Six A, in.' Six A was one of the two 9^th District sergeants on duty. He was responsible for covering the lower end of the district, from Vine Street to South Street. The other sergeant (Six B) covered the upper end of the district from Vine to Poplar Streets.
'Six Oh One, in.' Six Oh One was one of the 9^th District's two-man vans.
'Highway Twenty-Two, in on that.'
'Six Ten, in,' came from another 6^th District RPC.
'Six Command, in,' came from the car of the 6^th District lieutenant on duty, who was responsible for covering the entire district.
Officer Collins replace his radio in its holster, drew his service revolver, and, with his mouth dry and his heart beating almost audibly, went, very carefully, back into the building.
FIVE
Officers Gerald Quinn and Charles McFadden had spent all of the morning hanging around the sixth-floor
