thoroughly  professional    about   his job.    He  is  a   serious,    pleasant
man,    and he  has trained himself to  control his emotions.”
If  J.  Edgar   Hoover  used    the Osage   murder  probe   as  a   showcase
for the bureau, a   series  of  sensational crimes  in  the 1930s   stoked
public  fears   and enabled Hoover  to  turn    the organization    into    the
powerful     force   recognized  today.  These   crimes  included    the
kidnapping   of  Charles     Lindbergh’s     baby    and     the     Kansas  City
Massacre,   where   several lawmen  were    killed  in  a   shootout    while
transporting     the     Al  Spencer     Gang    member  Frank   “Jelly”     Nash.
White’s old colleague,  Agent   Frank   Smith,  was among   the convoy
but survived.   (The    journalist  Robert  Unger   later   documented  how
Smith   and another agent   who originally  claimed that    they    hadn’t
been    able    to  identify    the shooters,   suddenly    vividly recalled    them
after   pressure    from    Hoover  to  resolve the cases.) In  the wake    of
these   incidents,  Congress    passed  a   series  of  New Deal    reforms that
gave    the federal government  its first   comprehensive   criminal    code
and the bureau  a   sweeping    mission.    Agents  were    now empowered
to  make    arrests and carry   firearms,   and the department  was soon
renamed  the     Federal     Bureau  of  Investigation.  “The    days    of  the
small    Bureau  were    over,”  Hoover’s    biographer  Curt    Gentry
observed.    “Gone,  too,    were    the     days    when    special     agents  were
merely  investigators.” White’s brother Doc was involved    in  many
of   the     bureau’s    biggest     cases   during  this    period—from     hunting
public  enemies like    John    Dillinger   to  killing Ma  Barker  and her
son Fred.   Tom White’s son had also    joined  the bureau, making
three   generations of  White   lawmen.
Hoover   ensured     that    the     identity    of  the     bureau  was
indistinguishable   from    his own.    And while   presidents  came    and
went,   this    bureaucrat, now thick   around  the waist   and with    jowls
like     a   bulldog,    remained.   “I  looked  up  and     there   was     J.  Edgar
