Fame, of a Sort

Albert Guay, 33, died on the gallows at Bordeaux jail in Montreal last week. During his last hours, the wavy-haired little jeweler wrapped himself in the same callous arrogance with which he had plotted the time-bomb murder of his wifeand 22 othersaboard a Quebec Airways plane 16 months ago. He methodically worked crossword puzzles in his death cell, looked up once to say to his guards: "At least I die famous."

Guay's execution, originally set for last June 23, had been postponed because Crown authorities thought he might be needed to testify in the trial of Bombmaker Genereux Ruest, who has been ordered hanged March 16. Guay was not called, however. At midnight, all hope gone, Guay heard a special Mass, then, repeating the chaplain's prayers in a loud voice, walked unassisted to the scaffold.

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