But MacLean had a brother, older by three years, who couldn’t let that happen. Ordinarily, such a death would pass quietly into the forgetfulness of time.
Though the investigating officer reported that MacLean “had battled fiercely with his assailants before being subdued,” the events leading to his death that night would remain unclear, and his killer was never caught. He was known for his skill as a writer-and his hot temper. A Dartmouth graduate, MacLean had worked on papers in Montana before coming to Chicago. The victim, with a fractured skull and four dollars in his pocket, was a thirty-two-year-old newspaperman named Paul MacLean who worked in the University of Chicago’s press-relations bureau. Late one May night in 1938, residents of a south-side Chicago neighborhood heard sounds of a struggle beyond their doors, and in the morning discovered a body lying in the alley outside.
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