End of Watch: June 1, 1922

Lieutenant John Carlin, of the 11th and Winter Street police station, and Sergeant Nolan, were standing on the corner of 9th and Race Street when they heard five shots.

In the heart of Chinatown Frederick L. Davis, colored policeman, attached to the Vice Squad, was shot down by Lee Pock, forty-two, who police say is a Chinese gunman with a criminal record. Lee Pock fired five shots at the policeman, two taking effect. One bullet entered Davis’ right lung. The other embedded in his hand.

Then they saw Officer Frederick Davis as he reeled from the doorway of Mon Sing Wah’s novelty shop at 91 south Race Street and fell to the sidewalk. Lieutenant Carlin and the sergeant ran to Davis’ side. “He’s upstairs, Davis told Carlin.” “The man that shot me is upstairs. I know him.” Standing near the doorway where two Chinese smoking. Their faces and manner were placid and Lieutenant Carlin asked them who had fired the shots.  Smilingly they shook their heads, no. Then both officers ran up the narrow stairway and found Lee Pock in the front room. He vehemently denied any knowledge of the shooting and refused to go with them.  They dragged him downstairs and made him confront the wounded policeman. “That’s the man,” said Davis, Lee Pock shook his head, but made no comment.  At the Pennsylvania Hospital physicians say the policeman’s condition was serious. In an ante mortem statement Davis said: “I was investigating gambling conditions on Race Street. I was going upstairs when a man appeared at the head of the stairway and blazed away at me. It was so dark I couldn’t make him out at first but before he finished shooting I saw his face.  He was Lee Pock.” So fast on the trigger was the China man, say police, that Davis was unable to draw his own weapon before he was wounded. With the first shot he tried to charge up the staircase. He fell back after being twice hit.