Spencer Tracy_ A Biography - James C. Curtis [141]
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Louise had gone to New York thinking she might return to the stage but found the East Coast in the midst of its heaviest storm since the famous blizzard of 1888, the city paralyzed under nine inches of snow. She bought a new mink coat, her first in a number of years, and spent her days walking, snow whirling around her, lost in thought, the sounds of scraping shovels, stomping feet, and squeaking wheels everywhere. Unable to reach her, Spence bundled up the children and took them off to the Town House, the fashionable hotel overlooking Westlake Park where Mother Tracy was now residing. Susie was too young to sense that anything was wrong, but Johnny, nearing his tenth birthday, was upset when told he could never be alone anywhere.
“I felt ashamed at the idea,” Johnny said, “because I thought I was still being treated as if I were a baby. Eventually, after Father probably noticed my annoyance at being considered ‘a baby,’ he told me I was not that and explained all about it. He said that I would be taken away by ‘a bad man’ and would never come back if I went out alone and was found by the man. He tried to make it simple for me to understand. I understood it very well and was shocked and frightened.”
Once the children were safe and Loretta—who was shooting Bulldog Drummond Strikes Back—had been advised, Tracy called an acquaintance at the Los Angeles Police Department, Detective Lieutenant Frank “Lefty” James, whose unit was known for its investigations of local mob figures. Once the case was established as a “confidential police matter,” a detective was posted alongside him and would remain his constant companion until the crisis had passed.
Spence was finally able to reach Louise in Miami Beach, where she had fled after the novelty of the snow had worn off. Though he told her he did not seriously anticipate any trouble, he thought she would want to come home anyway, and she returned to Los Angeles the following morning. All the employees at the Town House were on guard, and despite her strong feelings that the whole business was absurd, Louise found herself grasping Johnny’s hand just a little more tightly and stepping just a little more quickly as they negotiated the hotel corridors. Outside of school, where he was guarded by two detectives, the outdoors John saw the most were the garden at the back entrance of the hotel, where Louise was thankful for the company of the gardener and the big doorman was just a few yards away.
While behaving as though there was nothing out of the ordinary, Tracy started one of the oddest pictures he would ever make, a gangster story, fittingly, with the singular title “Now I’ll Tell” by Mrs. Arnold Rothstein. Rothstein, of course, was the famous bootlegger and gambling czar who so prominently figured in the rigging of the