Of the lot, the News prihe most striking picture: Holly, entering policeheadquarters, wedged between two muscur detectives, one male, one female. Inthis squalid text even her clothes (she was still wearing her riding e,windbreaker and blue jeans) suggested a gang-moll hooligan: an impression darkgsses, disarrayed coiffure and a Pie cigarette dangling from sullen lips did notdiminish. The caption read: Twenty-year-old Holly Golightly, beautiful movie starletand cafe society celebrity D.A. alleges to be key figure in iional drugsmugglingracket lio racketeer Salvatore "Sally" Tomato. Dets. Patrick orand Sheih Fezzoi (L. and R.) are shown esc her into 67th St. Prect.See story on Pg. 3. The story, featuring a photograph of a maified as Oliver"Father" OShaughnessy (shielding his face with a fedora), ran three full ns.Here, somewhat densed, are the perti paragraphs: Members of café societywere stuoday by the arrest of geous Holly Golightly, twenty-year-oldHollywood starlet and highly publicized girl-about-New York. At the same time, 2P.M., poliabbed Oliver OShaughnessy, 52, of the Hotel Seabord, W. 49th St., ashe exited from a Hamburg Heaven on Madison Ave. Both are alleged by DistrictAttorney Frank L. Donovan to be important figures in an iional drug ringdominated by the notorious Mafia-führer Salvatore "Sally" Tomato, currently in SingSing serving a five-year rap for political bribery ... OShaughnessy, a defrockedpriest variously known in crimend circles as "Father" and "The Padre," has a historyof arrests dating back to 1934, when he served two years for operating a phonyRhode Isal institution, The Monastery. Miss Golightly, who has no previouscriminal record, was arrested in her luxurious apartment at a swa Sideaddress ... Although the D.A.s office has issued no formal statement, responsiblesources insist the blond aiful actress, not long ago the stant panionof multimillioherfurd Trawler, has been ag as "liaison" between theimprisoomato and his chief-lieutenant, OShaughnessy ... Posing as a retiveof Tomatos, Miss Golightly is said to have paid weekly visits to Sing Sing, and onthese occasions Tomato supplied her with verbally coded messages which she thentransmitted to OShaughnessy. Via this link, Tomato, believed to have been born inCefalu, Sicily, in 1874, was able to keep firsthand trol of a world-wide narcotidicate with outposts in Mexico, Cuba, Sicily, Taehran and Dakar. But theD.A.s office refused to offer aail on these allegations or even verify them ...Tipped off, a rge number of reporters were on hand at the E. 67th St. Prectstatiohe accused pair arrived for booking. OShaughnessy, a burly redhairedman, refused ent and kicked one cameraman in the groin. But MissGolightly, a fragile eyeful, even though attired like a tomboy in scks aherjacket, appeared retively uned. "Dont ask me what the hell this is about,"she told reporters. "Parce-que Je ne sais pas, mes chères. (Because I do not know,my dears). Yes -- I have visited Sally Tomato. I used to go to see him every week.Whats wrong with that? He believes in God, and so do I." ...Then, uhe subheading ADMITS OWN DRUG ADDIiss Golightlysmiled when a reporter9９ｌｉｂ? asked whether or not she herself is a narcotics user. "Ivehad a little go at marijuana. Its not half so destructive as brandy. Cheaper, too.Unfortunately, I prefer brandy. No, Mr. Tomato never mentioned drugs to me. Itmakes me furious, the way these wretched people keep perseg him. Hes asensitive, a religious person. A darling old man."There is one especially gross error in this report: she was not arrested in her"luxurious apartment." It took p my own bathroom. I was soaking away myhorse-ride pains in a tub of scalding water ced with Epsom salts; Holly, an attentivenurse, was sitting on the edge of the tub waiting to rub me with Sloans li andtuck me into bed. There was a knock at the front door. As the door was unlocked,Holly called e in. In came Madame Sapphia Sparailed by a pair of civilianclotheddetectives, one of them a dy with thick yellow braids roped round her head."Here she is: the wanted woman!" boomed Madame Spanel, invading thebathroom and leveling a finger, first at Hollys, then my nakedness. "Look. What awhore she is." The male detective seemed embarrassed: by Madame Spanel andby the situation; but a harsh enjoyment tehe face of his panion -- sheplumped a hand on Hollys shoulder and, in a surprising baby-child voice, said:"e along, sister. Yoing pces." Whereupon Holly coolly told her: "Getthem cotton-pi hands off of me, you dreary, driveling old bull-dyke." Whichrather ehe dy: she spped Holly damned hard. So hard, her head twistedon her neck, and the bottle of li, flung from her hand, smithereened oile floor -- where I, scampering out of the tub to enrich the fray, stepped on it andall but severed both big toes. Nude and bleeding a path of bloody footprints, Ifollowed the a as far as the hall. "Dont fet," Holly mao instruct me asthe detectives propelled her dowairs, "please feed the cat."Of course I believed Madame Spao bme: shed several times called theauthorities to pin about Holly. It didnt occur to me the affair could have diredimensions until that evening when Joe Bell showed up flourishing the neers.He was too agitated to speak sensibly; he caroused the room hitting his fiststogether while I read the ats.Then he said: "You think its so? She was mixed up in this lousy business?""Well, yes."He popped a Tums in his mouth and, gring at me, chewed it as though he wereg my bones. "Boy, thats rotten. And you meant to be her friend. What abastard!""Just a minute. I didnt say she was involved knowingly. She wasnt. But there,she did do it. Carry messages and whatnot -- "He said: "Take it pretty calm, dont you? Jesus, she could get ten years. More." Heyahe papers away from me. "You know her friends. These rich fellows. edown to the bar, well start phoning. irls going to need fancier shysters than I afford."