At dawn on April 11, 1931, a ten-ton
truck with a steel bumper rammed through the double doors. Alarm bells
clanged as Prohibition agents rushed inside and nabbed five brewery
workers. Then they set about blowtorching the brewing equipment,
upending vats, hacking barrels open. They sent a cascade of beer worth
the modern equivalent of $1.5 million into the sewer.
Eliot Ness had struck again. “It’s funny, I think, when you back
up a truck to a brewery door and smash it in,” Ness told a reporter. No
one had so brazenly challenged Capone before, but then, the Prohibition
Bureau had few agents like Ness. In a force known for corruption and
ineptitude, he was known for turning down bribes bigger than his annual
salary. He was 28, a college graduate, with blue-gray eyes, slicked-back
dark hair and a square-set jaw, and he had a way with the press. When
he took to calling his men “the Untouchables,” because the abuse they
took from Capone’s men reminded Ness of India’s lowest caste, reporters
adopted the nickname as a metaphor for the squad’s refusal to take
bribes. Soon newspapers across the country were celebrating Ness as
Capone’s nemesis.
But two years later, Ness’ flood of raids, arrests and
indictments was running dry. Capone was in prison, the Untouchables had
been disbanded and the last days of Prohibition were ticking away. Ness
had been reassigned to Cincinnati, where he chased moonshiners across
Appalachian foothills. Hoping for another chance at glory, he applied
for a job with J. Edgar Hoover’s budding Division of Investigation—the
future FBI.
A former U.S. attorney in Chicago wrote to recommend Ness. Hoover
expedited a background investigation. One of his agents crisscrossed
the Windy City and collected testimonials to the applicant’s courage,
intelligence and honesty. The current U.S. attorney told the agent Ness
was “above reproach in every way.” (
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