As for Bill Pitt of the Los Angeles gang, he was Mr. Hardy's subordinate and executor.
Of course.
In the eyes of the general public, Hardy was just a businessman, a legitimate businessman.
As for his underworld identity, unless there's evidence, do not slander him. Even the authorities can't. You can know, but you can't speak carelessly. Speaking carelessly carries legal responsibilities.
Hardy stood before the coffin, where Sigel and Fred lay quietly. Sigel wore a white suit, his favorite in life.
Beside the coffin stood a woman in black clothes with a black veil over her head, Virginia Hill, Sigel's woman.
The woman clutched the coffin, sobbing.
Before Sigel's death, Virginia was in Chicago. After learning of his murder, she didn't dare return.
For this burial, Hardy had someone inform Virginia. Despite her vanity and embezzling Sigel's money, which contributed to his business failure, Hardy didn't plan to pursue it.
