FEBRUARY 1968
Premier Bob Askin was standing on the seventh floor of the Premier’s wing of the state office block, staring at the fast-rising city beyond the window – his face darkening with a look that caused Allan to glance up with a worrying frown.
‘There’s that unfortunate incident of the young copper who knocked himself,’ he said, attempting to draw Askin back into the room and the conversation they were having. ‘Looks like he got himself in with a very bad lot, and didn’t know how to get out.’
‘Only takes a few bad apples,’ said Askin, turning back to his desk with the abstracted air of somebody having their chain of thought broken.
Allan pressed on. ‘Pity. I knew his father once. Passed away suddenly after the war. A good thing it was too. I wouldn’t have wanted him going through something like this.’
‘Quite right.’
‘I reckon it would’ve killed him.’ Allan tapped at his chest with a stubby finger. ‘Dicky heart. Luckily for us, there was this lawyer chap there. It seems he was going to represent the lad when he was brought up on charges. I guess when the moment came it was too much for the boy. The lawyer bloke witnessed the whole thing. Name of Gillespie,’ he added, by way of further explanation.
‘Charlie Gillespie?’ said Askin, genuinely surprised. ‘Well, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Charlie’s a good sort of bloke. Won’t mess you about. I’m thinking about running him on our side come the election.’
Allan digested this detail, and moved on. ‘This crime thing that the Labor mob have been stirring up in the papers –’
‘They got down in the gutter in their wrecker’s role –’
‘Well, I reckon you showed them,’ said Allan, but Askin wasn’t paying attention.
‘I’ll fight them all over again if I’ve got to.’
‘I still reckon you showed them,’ Allan insisted. ‘They’re wallowing in the gutter, and they’ll never climb out.’
Askin glanced up, eyes expanding slightly as if he was seeing Allan for the very first time. Encouraged, Allan ventured his toe over the edge of an abyss. ‘There’s a few other things I’ve been wanting to talk to you about. First up, I guess you’ve got to understand that the force has long been in the business of managing soft crime. Mind you, these aren’t actual crimes I’m talking about. They’re social offences, betting and whatnot. Offences that, in the interests of good police work and a pragmatic approach to the taxpayer dollar, it’s long been our business to tolerate. Giving the go-ahead to certain approved groups, in exchange for a certain amount of order and various, um … other benefits that flow on through the system.’
‘The people don’t want a clean police force. They want results.’
Allan began to relax. ‘I guess I should add that there’s lots of people … respectable people, who would feel very well disposed to the granting of such concessions, and willing to show their appreciation in a more organised fashion than has been done in the past. They’re small-business folk, really …’
Allan didn’t say another word. He didn’t see the need. But he kept his eyes on Askin’s face. It seemed to be drifting away from him and the conversation they were having, as if he wasn’t listening anymore, but was waiting for something – an answer, perhaps, out there, in the glitter and flash of the burgeoning metropolis beneath the window.
TOP GUN
The Man Behind Sydney’s Murder Inc
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Sydney’s overlord of crime, the city’s top gun, enjoys amazing immunity from the law. He has personally killed or ordered the killing of more than a dozen men who were in his way.
Since Dick Reilly was blasted to death at Double Bay last year Mr Big is the undisputed leader of the crime kings. Between them they take more than $1 million a year out of their extortion racket.
Police seem to be helpless when it comes to Mr Big. He can be seen in the striptease joints and nightclubs almost any night surrounded by armed lieutenants and bodyguards.
Bullet Proof
Police look with some admiration at his suburban home, which is a virtual bombproof residential fortress against new and old enemies.
It has bulletproof windows and a magic-eye camera, which photographs anybody outside the front gate.
Savage dogs are in the grounds at night.
Police say that to get evidence against Mr Big and his rivals is next to impossible because his victims won’t talk.
Merciless
If they do they can expect a merciless bashing, or death.
Mr Big himself it is known pays somebody very well for protection. And the payments are not paid in the crime world.
Memo, Mr Askin
The men who control organised crime in Sydney are widely known.
The Daily Mirror knows the names and can supply them.
EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW!
Lennie McPherson says:
I’M NOT MR BIG
In an exclusive interview with the Sunday Telegraph yesterday Lennie McPherson emphatically denied he was ‘Mr Big’.
‘I am full to my back teeth with my name being bandied about as some kind of crime czar, and also of two-bob hoodlums trying to take advantage of it.’
Mr McPherson, 47, is a solidly built man with dark wavy hair. He came to see me by appointment, wearing a neatly tailored grey suit and soft black hat.
‘HOUNDED BY POLICE’
Mr McPherson said he now had reason to believe he was the man people were calling ‘Mr Big’.
‘I am no Mr Big nor do I know any Mr Big,’ he said. ‘I do not know of any organised crime. I wouldn’t even know of 12 people who have been murdered.’
Mr McPherson said he had been hounded by police over the years, not protected by them.
Mr McPherson then picked up his black hat and left, saying: ‘I’ve got some work to do.’
ASKIN WINS
The Askin Government crushingly defeated Labor in yesterday’s State Election. It won at least five seats and will increase its majority from six to at least 13.
Full Report, Page 2
LANDSLIDE WIN TO ASKIN GOVERNMENT
The Premier Mr Askin said last night: ‘This is a sweeping victory for the Government. I think we will hold all our seats and could gain six. I did not make any idle promises like Mr Renshaw. Mr Renshaw said he would win 19 seats and he has not won one.’
Shortly before midnight, the Opposition Leader, Mr Renshaw, conceded defeat.
He said: ‘It is apparent the Government has been returned with an increased majority.’
A Labor spokeman, Mr N. J. Mannix, former Minister for Justice, said that the indications were that it would take Labor a long time to get back into office.
$250 REWARD FOR ‘JOE’
‘Joe Smith’, mystery witness at the hearing of murder conspiracy charges, has been paid a reward of $250 by the Askin Government.
The Acting Superintendent of CIB yesterday handed ‘Joe’ the money in $20 and $10 bills.
It is believed he telephoned the superintendent of a mental hospital where ‘Joe’ had been a voluntary patient for the past five weeks, asking that ‘Joe’ call at CIB.
UNDER WRAPS
Last night ‘Joe’ told me of his visit and the payment of $250.
‘Cop this,’ said ‘Joe’. ‘I came forward and spilt my guts, I told the cops everything … I did everything they asked me to and all I get is a lousy 250 smackers.
‘The only reason I came forward was for the money. What a mug I was. I’ve lost my home and my family. I’m living in fear of my life, my wife has left me. And all for $250.
‘I was told by the Ds I was the first ever to come forward in response to a reward. I bet I’ll be the last.’
‘Joe’ told me he had planned to get out of New South Wales and try and start a new life with the reward money.
‘THE DRUM’
‘What can I do with 250 bucks? I can’t go to Manly on that,’ he said.
‘Joe’ said he had signed
himself into a mental hospital five weeks ago because he felt he was ‘cracking’ under the worry and strain.
He said he was under remand on a car stealing charge – ‘but I was framed for this one.’
‘If I go to gaol I’ll get mine inside,’ he added. ‘I’ve got the drum that the boys reckon I was the one that knocked off Dick Reilly. If I’m lucky enough to keep out of gaol then I’ll get a bullet between the eyes for sure.’
Many people helped me with research for this book. Thanks to everybody at the Mitchell Library, the Australian Archives, the State Coroner’s Office and the archives of the NSW Police, also to Peter Doyle and my uncle, Frank Costigan. With special thanks to John Dale and Margaret Simons, without whose help this book would never have been finished. Thanks also to Larissa Edwards and everybody at Random House, especially my wonder-editor, Chris Kunz.
A number of news articles, headlines and sub-heads from the period appear in the text. I would particularly like to acknowledge the following:
‘The Big Wipeout’ Sunday Mirror, 4 June, 1967, p19
‘Vengeance in the Streets’ Daily Mirror, Editorial, 26 June, 1967, p. 2
Ron Saw, ‘MLA, Girls, Big Money’ Daily Mirror, July 12, 1967, p. 1
Oliver Hogue, ‘Top Gun – The Man Behind Sydney’s Murder Incorporated,’ Daily Mirror, September 11, 1968, p. 1
‘I’m Not Mr Big,’ by a Special Reporter, Telegraph, September 12, 1968, p. 1
‘Askin Wins,’ Sunday Mirror, February 25, 1968, p. 1
‘$250 Reward for Joe,’ unattributed newspaper clipping found in Murder File 1967/27 in the archives of the NSW Police.
Of the pieces that were published without a byline, it is likely that many written by the chief crime reporter of the Daily Mirror, the late ‘Bondi’ Bill Jenkings.
If any of the copyright owners would come forward I would be happy to negotiate with them.
Many books helped me in the writing of this one. I would particularly like to acknowledge David Hickie’s The Prince and the Premier and Al McCoy’s Drug Traffic, which remain the most authoritative accounts of the period.
Lastly, this book draws heavily on the history of the Askin era, but it is also a work of fiction. This means I have changed names, dates, facts, used dodgy sources, made things up, and otherwise left out anything that got in the way of the story.
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