It began, for the police, in Salt Lake City on a swel-

tering Sunday morning, the 23rd o| July, 1978.

Summoned 1o a warehouse in a deserted area of

town, they found Franklin Bradshaw--seventy-six,

auto-parts magnate, one of the largest holders of

federal oil and gas leases in the country-lying

dead ne~t to a cash register, shot twice at dose range.

But this riveting story began long before the day

of the murder-and the years of detective work

that went into solving it. It began when Bradshaw

met Berenice Jewett at the University of Utah and

they eloped on Halloween Day in 1924. IIe was the

ambitious son of a Mormon pioneer, a product of

the Depression, a man who started out with a nut,

a bdlt and a dream, worked every day of the year,

and became a multimillionaire-- using a Coors beer

carton for a briefcase and carrying money in his

shoe. She was a brown-haired, blue-eyed knockout

from Iowa, a "nonbeliever" whose family roamed

America like a hand of gypsies. She liked him

because he was serious. He liked her because she

could light up a room. Theirs was an American

success story-ou the surface...``