It's a Friday in September 1941, and there's a reporter from the Washington Post in a taxi.

He's told the cab driver to follow a truck through the streets of Washington, D.C.

That reporter in the cab, his name is Dillard Stokes.

Stokes has gotten a tip from a trusted source involving a secret federal investigation.

The source told Dillard Stokes that a man who lived in an apartment a few blocks away

from the White House had just been served a federal grand jury's subpoena, an urgent one.

The guy had been served the subpoena on a Thursday night, but it said he had to appear before

the grand jury the very next day on Friday.

Reporter Dillard Stokes didn't have much to go on besides that tip and the man's address,

but on Friday morning, bright and early, he held the cab and went over to that address to see what he could see.

When he got there, Stokes saw two men dragging heavy bags out onto the street.

The bags had been inside an apartment that was the address on the subpoena.

Two men were dragging all these bags out of that apartment onto the street

and then putting them into a truck that was parked out front of the apartment building.

Dillard Stokes couldn't tell exactly what was in the bags, but he could tell they were full and heavy.

He could also tell that the guys moving them appeared to be in a real hurry.

Also, Grumpy.

Stokes saw one neighbor yell at the guys, complaining that they were making too much noise so early in the morning.

The truck driver yelled back at the neighbor, I shouldn't be doing this.

From his seat in the taxi cab, reporter Dillard Stokes watched as this all unfolded.

He watched the two guys drag the bags out of the apartment building, load the bags up into the big truck.

He saw them slam the door shut and then the truck sped away.

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