Book Review: Death At Chinatown

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In DEATH AT CHINATOWN amateur sleuth Emily Cabot is drawn into a murder mystery that pulls her into the heart of Chicago’s Chinatown–a place as foreign as a trip to the moon would have been to most Caucasians during the summer of 1896.

Invited by her husband, Dr. Stephen Chapman, Emily attends a demonstration of a Roentgen device (an early x-ray machine) where she is introduced to visiting Chinese doctors, Mary Stone and Ida Kahn.  Emily is initially unimpressed because she expected the women to be exotic creatures in native dress, but to her surprise they are Americanized, at least outwardly, from head to toe. The women had been studying medicine at the University of Michigan and were stopping off in Chicago before returning to China to open a clinic–that is until one of them is accused of the murder of a Chinese herbalist.

As Emily becomes better acquainted with Drs. Stone and Kahn she discovers the enormous personal sacrifices that they had made in order to assimilate during their time in the U.S. and to pursue their studies in medicine.

Some of the struggles that Stone and Kahn faced in pursuit of their careers were familiar to Emily. Prior to becoming a mother Emily had been a researcher and lecturer with an interest in crime—in fact she had been involved in police investigations and she enjoyed the challenges. The clock is ticking on a lecturer’s position held open for her during her pregnancies and Emily must make up her mind soon or likely forever forfeit the chance to resume her career.

Emily is also in the midst of a domestic crisis. She is worried that she is losing Stephen—he is often away overnight ostensibly conducting medical research—but is he? She wonders if there is more to his absences from home than the demands of his career.

Emily faces a thoroughly modern dilemma with which many readers will empathize. Can she be the mother she wants to be and still carve out time to pursue her passion for research?

Her investigation into the herbalist’s death is the catalyst for change in Emily’s marriage, her approach to motherhood and her feelings about her career.

Author Frances McNamara does an excellent job of guiding the reader not only through the Chicago of over one hundred years ago, but through the myriad streets, small shops and unfamiliar culture of Chinatown and its inhabitants. The mystery that that drives the narrative gives Ms. McNamara an opportunity to examine the topics of immigration, women’s rights and the ramifications of scientific discoveries—issues which are as timely now as they were then.  Also, I was not all surprised to discover that Ms. McNamara is a librarian, her research is impeccable. She populates the novel with both real and imaginary characters and events which, for me, added interest and complexity.

I was sent DEATH AT CHINATOWN to review–and as I had not read any of the previous Emily Cabot novels I wasn’t sure what to expect; however, I was pleasantly surprised. McNamara paints a vivid picture of Chicago at the end of the 19th century, and I felt as if I was walking along with Emily during her visits to Chinatown. I thoroughly enjoyed my trip back in time—in fact I plan to make the trip again by reading the first four novels in the series.

The Purple Haze Slaying

Purple Haze was in my brain,
lately things don’t seem the same,
actin’ funny but I don’t know why…
–Jimi Hendrix

RearWindowIn the 1954 Hitchcock masterpiece, “Rear Window“, L.B. “Jeff” Jeffries, a professional photographer, is wheelchair bound while he recuperates from an accident. His rear window looks out onto a small courtyard and he can see into the apartments of several of his neighbors.

One evening  he hears a woman scream “Don’t!” and then a glass breaks. He watches as Lars Thorvald, a traveling jewelry salesman with a bedridden wife, makes repeated late night trips carrying his sample case. What is he carrying, and where did Thorvald’s wife go? Jeff begins to suspect Thorvald of a grisly murder.

On March 6, 1952, two years before “Rear Window” hit theaters, Jordan Jones, a Sacramento based insurance salesman, was staying in a downtown Los Angeles hotel located at 230 West 7th Street.  Like Jeff Jeffries he was staring out of his window watching the guests in another wing of the hotel. But as just as Jeffries would discover in Rear Window, peeping isn’t always merely a spectator sport.

Most of the guests had the good sense to draw their shades against prying eyes, but suddenly Jones noticed a couple putting on an X-rated show–far racier than anything he’d find in a Main Street burlesque house. Their shades were up and the lights in their room were ablaze. He watched, riveted, as the couple hungrily pulled off their clothing and began to have sex. Jones continued to watch the impromptu show–it sure as hell beat whatever was on the radio that night.  But then their lovemaking turned ugly.

The man put his belt around the nude woman’s neck and started choking her and it didn’t appear to be a part of their sex play. Jones immediately reported the incident to the hotel desk, but he kept his front row seat and watched as a bellboy appeared at the door of the couple’s room. The man removed the belt from the woman’s neck, and the bellboy presumably returned to his duties.

Klink enjoys a post confession burger.

Klink enjoys a post confession burger.

Moments after the bellboy departed Jones watched in horror as the man turned to the woman and resumed choking her, then he dragged her nude body around the room by the belt that was still tight around her neck.  When she crumpled to the floor the strangler began going through the woman’s handbag and clothing.

This time Jones phoned the hotel manager who, with three bellboys, crashed into the couple’s room where they found the killer standing dazedly over the woman’s nude body. A Fire Department inhalator squad tried to revive the victim and Dr. Alfred Schaffel from Georgia Street Receiving Hospital administered adrenalin injections, but it was too late. The woman was pronounced dead at the scene.

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LAPD homicide Lt. Bob Reid said that the woman’s papers identified her as forty-eight year old Mae Ellen Mathis from Dragerton, Utah. She had been employed as a registered nurse at Queen of Angels Hospital for a short time, living in the nurses’ residence there.

The strangler gave his name as William Klink, a 27 year old refrigerator repairman, but he refused to give a home address. Klink said he had met Mae in a bar on Hill Street and that she agreed to accompany him to the hotel where they registered as husband and wife.

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LAPD Sgt. Jack Gotch (L), William Klink (C), D.A. Ernest Roll (R)

Andrew Faiss (47) the bellboy who had showed them to the room only two hours earlier said that they had carried no luggage.

Officer L.M. Vaughn shows Klink the murder weapon.

Officer L.M. Vaughn shows Klink the murder weapon.

KIlink, who was on parole out of Ohio for a forgery conviction in 1947, told a different story to detectives and District Attorney Roll than Jones had.

According to Klink he’d been drinking for hours before he had hooked up with Mae.  After he and Mae had made love he said that he had feigned sleep and then watched as his companion got up, put on her clothes, and began going through his pants pockets.

Klink offered no rational explanation for why he’d put his belt around her neck and strangled her to death.

“I was in a kind of purple haze,” he said.

A few months following Mae’s slaying Klink was found guilty of second degree murder. Superior Judge John J. Ford sentenced him to five years to life in the California Institution for Men at Chino.

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Film Noir Friday: Return of the Whistler [1948]

 

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Welcome!  The lobby of the Deranged L.A. Crimes theater is open. Grab a bucket of popcorn, some Milk Duds and a Coke and find a seat.

Tonight’s feature is THE RETURN OF THE WHISTLER which was the last in a series of films based on the radio series of the same name. The film stars Michael Duane and lenore Aubert.

As a bonus I’m also posting an episode from the radio series for your enjoyment.

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Now for the film!

From TCM:

When a woman goes missing on the eve of her wedding, her fiancee hires a detective to track her down.

Late one night, young civil engineer Ted Nichols and his French-born fiancée, widow Alice Dupres Barkley, brave rain-swept country roads hoping to find a justice of the peace who will perform an on-the-spot wedding. Their hopes are dashed, however, when they are told that the justice of the peace is away for the night. The couple’s misfortunes soon multiply when their car, which has been tampered with by a mysterious man who has been following them, breaks down in a small town that has no available hotel rooms.

The Do-It-Yourself Kidnappers

heil headlineThere are hundreds of do-it-yourself books, pamphlets and TV shows that cover  everything from home decorating and repair to fashion and crafts.  You can derive a great deal of satisfaction by doing many things yourself, and I’d never discourage any of you from experiencing the pride of a project well done; however, there are some tasks which are better left to professionals–like kidnapping.

On June 10, 1958, Walter W. Heil, husband, father and attorney, was getting ready to leave his Bel-Air home on Strathmore Drive to  go to the dry cleaners to pick up his fifteen year old son’s military school uniform.  He was barely out of the house when he was suddenly approached by two men wielding weapons.  They appeared to be part of a gang of four—Heil noticed a blonde woman and another man waiting in a car near his driveway. The blonde was twenty-two year old Sylvia Jewel Spicer, Harry’s girlfriend; and the man was twenty-one year old Francis Lee Morris, a mutual friend.  The two armed men forced the frightened attorney into his car and drove him out to a lonely shack in Newhall where they terrorized and beat him for over twelve hours.

When he was first taken Heil had absolutely no idea who the kidnappers were or why they’d made him their victim, but during the course of his ordeal it became crystal clear who they were, and what they had in mind.

Two of the men were brothers, Harry (37) and Bruce (39) Tannatt of Glendale, and they were pissed off at Walter because he had represented their mother, Mary T. Tannatt, a year or so earlier in a civil case in which they were all involved.

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Francis Lee Morris, Harry Tannatt, Bruce Tannatt

Harry and Bruce had attempted to gain conservatorship of Mary’s assests, over $100,000 (equivalent to $809,000 in current U.S. dollars). The brothers contended that she had come under the domination of a modern day “Svengali” and that she had been brainwashed.

Svengali, if you are not familiar with him, was a fictional character in George du Maurier’s 1895 novel Trilby.  Scholars cite Svengali as an example of anti-Semitism in literature because he was depicted as an Eastern European Jew who seduced, dominated and exploited Trilby, a young English girl, whom he transformed into a famous singer.   Consequently, a “Svengali” is a person who, with evil intent, manipulates and dominates a person for his/her own gain.  In this case the Svengali in question was Mary’s sixty year old part-time business manager (and full-time appliance salesman) Francois Jacques Soiret.

Harry and Bruce had a plan, although it wasn’t a very good one. They thought that they would strong-arm Heil into making a statement about Soiret that would alter the outcome of the nearly two year old court case.  The Tannatt brothers were obviously not geniuses; the court case had already been adjudicated and a statement from the attorney wasn’t going to change anything.

Heil’s coerced statement read:

“I have today met with Harry and Bruce Tannatt and friends relative to the Tannatt matter and have written Mrs. Tannatt telling her there seems to be considerable question of Mr. Soiret’s honorable intention relative to Mrs. Tannatt.”

After tormenting him and threatening to kill him for over twelve hours, the kidnappers put Heil back into the car, admonished him to keep his mouth shut, and drove him home. Imagine their surprise when they found that the police were waiting for them.  Walter’s fifteen year old son had witnessed the early morning snatch and he and his mother had telephoned the cops.

The suspects were arrested and turned over to West Los Angeles Detective Sergeants V.A. Peterson and Jack Gotch.  While the detectives were taking the suspects to the station, Glendale officers searched the home of Harry Tannatt where they confiscated three blackjacks, a gun, knife and a do-it-yourself kidnap kit which consisted of a box with twelve compartments containing everything the kidnappers thought they’d need (well, except for a viable plan).  The kit had gauze, adhesive tape, nylon cord, a silk stocking and other items.

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The Do-It-Yourself kidnapping kit

All four of the perpetrators were arraigned and each was held on 10,000 bail. The four were initially arrested for kidnapping but miraculously they were held to answer on the lesser charge of false imprisonment and each of them had their bail reduced to $2500.

At some point the clueless kidnappers must have realized that they’d been given a break because all of them plead guilty to falsely imprisoning Walter Heil, Esq.

Walter Heil recounts his ordeal.  [Photo courtesy UCLA Digital Archive.]

Walter Heil recounts his ordeal. [Photo courtesy UCLA Digital Archive.]

Harry and Bruce were each sentenced to serve nine months in jail as a condition of five years probation. Sylvia (who married Harry not long after their arrests) was sentenced to 60 days in county jail.  Francis Lee Morris’ sentence wasn’t reported but his participation in the abduction was minimal so he likely either walked or was given probation.

Sylvia Spicer [Photo courtesy of UCLA Digital Archive].

Sylvia Jewell Spicer  [L.A. Times Photo]

There was nothing further in local newspapers about the Tannatt brothers until March 1960 when, once again, Harry and Bruce petitioned for guardianship of their mother’s assets.  No wonder she had moved to Cuba.

Of course by 1960 Mary, probably preferring not to live in Cuba under the brand new Castro regime, had returned to the United States.  Unfortunately her first meeting with her sons in over two years took place in a courtroom.

The brothers were once more attempting to get their mitts on whatever money Mary still possessed; but the wily widow had blocked them by placing most of her remaining assets in the name of her brother, Fred W. Tucker.  She was very clear about why she’d transferred her assets to Fred:

“I did it to keep my property out of the reach of my sons.  All they want is my property.”

 A recording that Mary had made two years earlier, in the hope that it would quash the legal proceedings was played in court. She never wavered from her belief that her children were “selfish and unprincipled” and they were not concerned at all with her well-being but rather with her personal fortune.  She referred to Francois Soiret as “…my true friend.  My sons are the ones who want to take advantage of me.”

Fidel Castro c. 1959

Fidel Castro c. 1959

Soiret was called to the stand to testify to his business relationship with Mary Tannant.  He said:

“Mrs. Tannatt entrusted her property to me to protect it from the ravages of lawsuits.”

He told Judge Condee that he had deeded back to her a home in Glendale and a building where her late husband, Henry, conducted a furniture business.  He said that she had sold the house and given him $13,500 for safe-keeping. To put it in perspective, the money Soiret crammed into the tool box  is equivalent to about $110,000 in current U.S. Dollars.

Mary was surrounded by incompetent do-it-yourselfers and outright idiots.  Her sons put together a laughable DIY kidnap kit and a half-baked plan in an attempt to relieve her of her money; and her business manager’s idea of dealing with large sums of cash was a DIY bank—he stuffed her money into a tool box and hid it in his backyard shed.

The outcome of the conservatorship hearing wasn’t reported in the Los Angeles Times–but we can only hope that Mrs. T was triumphant.

Film Noir Friday: Dark Waters [1944]

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Welcome!  The lobby of the Deranged L.A. Crimes theater is open. Grab a bucket of popcorn, some Milk Duds and a Coke and find a seat.

Tonight’s feature is DARK WATERS starring Merle Oberon and Franchot Tone. Directed by Andre DeToth.

Enjoy the film!

TCM says:

When the ship that is carrying Leslie Calvin and her wealthy parents from Batavia to America sinks, Leslie, one of only four survivors, is haunted by the death of her parents.  Just before she is to be released fro the New Orleans hospital in which she is recuperating, Leslie writes a letter to her only living relative, her mother’s sister, Emily Lamont, whom she has never met.  Emily writes back from Belleville, Louisiana, explaining that she and her husband Norbert are residing at the ancestral plantation there and inviting Leslie to stay with them. Leslie travels to Belleville, but when no one appears to meet her at the train station, the neurotic Leslie faints from the heat.

Is Leslie unstable or really in danger?

 

http://youtu.be/J09wbMo_-YY

Let’s Kill All the Lawyers, Part 2

hansen smokesOn June 22, 1938, Arthur Emil Hansen emptied his pistol into attorneys J. Irving Hancock and Richard D. McLaughlin in a Hall of Records courtroom and then he attempted to flee. He had taken only a few steps before he was grabbed by Sheriff’s Deputies and held incommunicado. Under questioning by Chief Criminal Deputy Bright he explained why he had whipped out a pistol and shot his two adversaries to death in such a cold-blooded way.

Bright: Now, Mr. Hansen, tell us exactly what happened from start to finish.
Hansen: Well, there was a hearing in that courtroom on a suit I was involved in. I walked into the courtroom and sat in the last row.
Bright: What did you do then?
Hansen: I just sat thee. Suddenly I saw those two attorneys seated in the front row–or maybe in the second row. There nudging each other and smirking at me.
Bright: Did you say anything to them?
Hansen: No, but when they started to whisper, that was the end.
Bright: Did you walk up by them then?
Hansen: No, I just sat there for a couple of minutes.
Bright: Then what did you do?
Hansen: Well, I don’t know whether I stood up or not, but I drew the gun and took direct aim at Hancock’s head, and fired.
Bright: Did you shoot him in the back?
Hansen: I don’t know–I think I did.
Bright: Then what did you do?
Hansen: then I looked at McLaughlin, and he started to rise.
Bright: Did he run?
Hansen: I don’t think so–I fired and he fell to the floor.
Bright: Before you shot McLaughlin, did you reload the gun?
Hansen: No–I just shot all that was in it.
Bright:Was McLaughlin seated when you fired?
Hansen: No, he just started to get up and run when I fired.
Bright: Did you say anything to the two men?
Hansen: No, nothing.
Bright: How many times did you fire the gun?
Hansen: I don’t know–all that was in it.
Bright: When did you buy the gun?
Hansen: Abpout two months ago, in a Main Street pawnshop.
Bright: did you load it then?
Hansen: No, I didn’t load until several days ago–that was when I received some threatening phone calls.
Bright: Do you know who made the threats?
Hansen: Well, I couldn’t recognize their voices, but I think it was those men who swindled me.
Bright: Why did you buy the gun?
Hansen: It was to protect myself from those phone threats

Bright then began to question Hansen about the lawsuit that was the reason for the court case:

Bright: What was this suit about?
Hansen: Well, I used to own the Chatham Apartments on Berendo Street. I traded it for a ranch in Imperial Valley, but I never even got possession of the ranch. By trick and device they made me sign a trust deed, then they foreclosed on me–I lost the apartments, and the ranch too. If they hadn’t tried to take everything away from me things wouldn’t have
happened like they did.
Bright: When did you sew that holster in your coat?
Hansen: When I bought the gun–I was too poor to buy a holster.
Bright: Who told you to do it? did you learn it from someone else?
Hansen: No, I just thought it up out of my head.

Hansen was indicted for the double homicide and he entered a plea of not guilty by reason of insanity. When his trial began in late August Dr. Boehme, the psychiatrist who had declared Hansen “excitable” finally determined that, in his opinion, the shooter was legally sane at the time of the murders. It would be up to the jury to decide if they concurred.

hansen_agnesHansen had dreamed up the improvised sewn-in holster, but apparently he hadn’t concocted the phone threats against him. Mrs. Agnes Shaw rented a room in the same building on Bonnie Brae Avenue as Hansen and they had been friends for several years. Shaw testified that she had been threatened prior to the civil suit:

“I was exercising my dog Henry in the alley in the rear of the apartment during the litigation involving Hansen when a car jerked to a stop beside me. The driver, whom I recognized, even though he attempted to hide his face spoke rapidly. ‘When you go into court I don’t want any of your lying. If you do I’m going to have someone there who’ll fix you and fix you right.'”

There were two men in the car, the one who spoke and another man who had pulled his hat low over his face obscuring him from view.

Shaw recognized the threatening voice in a court session soon after the incident, but when she shared what she’d learned with Hansen he advised her not to disclose the warning because no one would believe her.

Had Shaw been threatened by one of the lawyers opposing Hansen? It would seem so, but there was no evidence apart from Agnes’ testimony–and with McLaughlin and Hancock dead there was simply no way to get to the truth.

Agnes wasn’t a disinterested third party–she had a stake in the outcome of Hansen’s civil case. She was a fairly recent widow living on an $18 per month relief allowance, but she had hoped to recover the $1000 her husband had loaned to Hansen to make the Imperial Valley land deal.

hansen_lawyerIn court Hansen frequently broke down as he described the events that led him to murder the two lawyers. His hands spasmodically clenched and unclenched as he recited a tale of indignities which he said climaxed when one of the attorneys he subsequently shot spat in his face.

“I pleaded with Hancock not to take everything I had. He said, ‘You know what I think of you, don’t you?’ and then he spit on this cheek right here.”

Hansen pointed a finger to the side of his face down which the tears were streaming and said:

“He (Hancock) said ‘the county will give you a bowl of soup if you need it.”

It was shortly after that exchange that Hansen pulled out his concealed pistol and fired at Hancock and McLaughlin until it clicked impotently–all rounds spent.

I’m inclined to believe Hansen’s story about his unpleasant hallway exchange with the attorneys. I also believe Agnes’ testimony about the threat in the alley. It seems to me that the big city attorneys had facilitated the ruination of the South Dakota farmer; but even if that was the case Hansen had no right to murder his tormentors.

Maybe the case would have gone differently if only Hansen had shown the slightest bit of remorse, but instead of saying he was sorry he blamed the dead men for their fates and declared that he was glad they were gone.

A jury of six men and six women deliberated for one and one-half hours before finding Hansen sane at the time he shot the attorneys and he was found guilty of the double homicide.  Judge Arthur Crum was sentenced to serve from two to twenty years in San Quentin.

NEXT TIME: Let’s Kill All the Lawyers, Redux

Film Noir Friday: Jigsaw [1949]

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Welcome!  The lobby of the Deranged L.A. Crimes theater is open. Grab a bucket of popcorn, some Milk Duds and a Coke and find a seat.  Tonight’s feature is JIGSAW [1949] starring Franchot Tone and Jean Wallace.

Enjoy the film!

TCM says:

After New York City printer Max Borg is murdered, District Attorney Walker, who is assigned to the case, learns that Borg, who had recently been exposed as the printer of propaganda posters for a race hate group called “The Crusaders,” was apparently silenced by them. When an article about the group appears in a local newspaper, Walker’s deputy, Howard Malloy, visits the author, Charles Riggs, who is also his sister Caroline’s fiancé. Later, Charlie is followed home by a mysterious figure, who knocks him unconscious and pushes him out of his high-rise window.

Uh, oh…the plot thickens!

Film Noir Friday: Pickup on South Street [1953]

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Welcome!  The lobby of the Deranged L.A. Crimes theater is open. Grab a bucket of popcorn, some Milk Duds and a Coke and find a seat.  Tonight’s feature is PICKUP ON SOUTH STREET starring Richard Widmark and Jean Peters.

Wikipedia says: Richard Widmark plays Skip McCoy, an insolent pickpocket who steals the wallet of Candy (Jean Peters). Unbeknownst to Skip or Candy, the wallet contains a microfilm of top-secret government information. Candy was delivering an envelope as a final favor to her ex-boyfriend, Joey. But Candy didn’t know the envelope’s content, nor did she know that Joey was a Communist spy.

 

http://youtu.be/Tihh6Q5XdNY

Film Noir Friday: The Stranger

Tonight’s Film Noir Friday feature is THE STRANGER [1946].

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In 1946, Mr. Wilson (Edward G. Robinson) of the United Nations War Crimes Commission is hunting for Nazi fugitive Franz Kindler (Orson Welles), a war criminal who has erased all evidence which might identify him. He has assumed a new identity, Charles Rankin, and has become a prep school teacher in a small town in the United States. He has married Mary Longstreet (Loretta Young), daughter of Supreme Court Justice Adam Longstreet (Philip Merivale).

Enjoy!

Love, Death — Prison

emma_full_lengthTwo of the women mentioned by Herald-Express reporter Aggie Underwood in her series on the lives of women doing time in Tehachapi were Mrs. Emma Le Doux and Miss Anna De Ritas.

Who were Le Doux and De Ritas, and what had they done to end up in the City of Forgotten Women?

Let’s look first at Mrs. Emma Le Doux. She had been in prison off and on for nearly three decades by the time Aggie saw her at Tehachapi in the spring of 1935. Emma had been convicted of murdering her husband, A.N. McVicar, by poison in Stockton, California in March 1906.

The case against Emma was very simple, the prosecution contended that she had poisoned McVicar to keep from being exposed as a bigamist. Apparently Emma had married McVicar a few years earlier in Arizona, then she moved to California where she fell in love with and married Le Doux.

According to the prosecution Emma had persuaded McVicar to come to Stockton from Tuolumne county where he had been working in a mine. It doesn’t seem to have taken much effort for Emma to convince McVicar to stay with her for two days at a lodging house. McVicar and Emma were still husband and wife, maybe she told the doomed man that it was time to reconcile. It is more difficult to imagine what she told him she planned to do with the trunk that was delivered to her at the lodging house. Of course she may have simply told him she was packing it so she could travel with him and resume their marriage.

As it turned out McVicar didn’t have much time to ponder the reason for the trunk — he was dead within hours of its delivery.

Emma had the trunk taken to the Southern Pacific Railroad station and then attempted to have it sent to her home village in Amador county; however, the attempt failed and the trunk was put off the east bound train and returned to the baggage room in Stockton. The contents had ripened and soon caught the attention of a baggage man who became suspicious of its contents. Death has a distinctive aroma.

When the trunk was opened the doubled-up body of McVicar was discovered and Mrs. Le Doux became the sole suspect in his murder.

Emma had been married a few times, she seemed never to have obtained a divorce from any of her previous spouses, and at least one of her husbands had died under peculiar circumstances.

Multiple husbands, no divorces, and a reputation as a red-light girl would weigh heavily against Emma. She tried to shift the blame for McVicar’s death onto a man named Joe Miller. Emma claimed that Miller had dosed McVicar with carbolic acid, but Miller was likely an invention of Emma’s to escape the noose. Emma also tried to convince the authorities that McVicar had committed suicide, but they didn’t believe her.no_confession

Emma was tried for murder in Stockton in June 1906. The L.A. Times reported that “a remarkable feature of the case was the morbid curiosity of many women who thronged the courtroom…” The reporter clearly didn’t understand women. I would say that we women enjoy a lurid murder trial as much, maybe even more, than any man.  And speaking of women, a female newspaper reporter tried to score an exclusive interview with Emma by masquerading as her sister. It was a nice try, but the cops caught on to the ruse and she was sent packing.

The trial lasted for fifteen days, during which time the defense tried to show that Emma was so much smaller than McVicar that she would have found it impossible to stuff the corpse into a trunk. The prosecution countered with their theory that McVicar had died on the bed and it would have been easy for Le Doux to roll him into the trunk.

emma_laughsatdeathEmma did not take the stand on her own behalf, but later she stated that McVicar had died as the result of a debauch and not poison as the prosecution had insisted.

On October 19, 1906, Emma Le Doux was sentenced to be hanged for the murder of Albert McVicar. She showed no emotion when her sentence was pronounced, which confounded trial observers who must have been used to hysterical women. Emma was described as a puzzle, a woman who had never broken down, not even under the strain of a murder trial.

Emma’s death sentence was commuted to life in 1908. If others were surprised by it, Emma was not. She had always maintained that she would never be executed.  She was paroled a couple of times, but she couldn’t stay out of trouble. Emma was returned to prison for various parole violations, which is how she happened to be at Tehachapi in 1935 when Aggie arrived to write her articles. emma_paroled

It appears that Emma tried a couple of more times to win her freedom. In January 1937 it was reported that Emma was seeking parole once again, but I couldn’t find out whether or not she was successful.

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NEXT TIME: Love, Death — Prison concludes with the story of Anna De Ritas.