Detroit News, April 19, 1931. “I’d like to help you, detective, but I simply can’t remember a blessed thing. One minute I was composing a letter on my dictaphone, and next thing I know I wake up here in the hospital with my face burned off.” The poor bastard. Did he publish something that pissed off a local crime lord, or had he simply fallen behind on his protection payments?
Anyway, assaults with acid are all the rage in this period. Lots more of that to come.