GOING PUBLIC
Finney was impressed...but skeptical. His team had drawn some of the same conclusions, but even so, there had to be thousands of middle-aged men who fit that profile. What good would it do?
“I think you ought to publicize the description I’ve given you,” suggested Dr. Brussel. “Publicize the whole Bomber investigation, in fact. Spread it in the newspapers, on radio and television.” Finney disagreed. It was standard procedure to keep details of investigations away from the press. But Brussel maintained that if they handled the case correctly, the Mad Bomber would do most of the work for them. He said that, unconsciously, “he wants to be found out.” Finney finally agreed. And as he left the office, Brussel added one more thing: “When you catch him, he’ll be wearing a double-breasted suit, and it will be buttoned.”
So the papers published the profile and the chase went into high gear. As Finney predicted, “a million crackpots” came out of the woodwork, all claiming to be the Mad Bomber, but none of them had the Mad Bomber’s skill or his distinctively neat handwriting. A slew of legitimate leads came from concerned citizens about their odd neighbors, yet nothing solid surfaced. Still, Brussel was confident that the real Bomber’s arrogance would be his undoing.
Did Brussel’s strategy work? Turn to
Part II on page 250 to find out.
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MADOFF WITH
THE GOODS
Here’s a news item from the future: “June 29, 2159: 231-year-old former stockbroker Bernard Madoff was released today after his 150-year prison sentence ended. His first words to reporters: ‘I want my stuff back.’”
EVERYTHING MUST GO
Over a career of more than two decades, stockbroker—and scam artist—Bernie Madoff bilked thousands of investors out of nearly $20 billion in what is considered the biggest Ponzi scheme in history. He was arrested in December 2008, and pleaded guilty to securities fraud, mail fraud, money laundering, perjury, theft, and six other charges four months later. In November 2009, while Madoff was beginning a 150-year prison term, the U.S. Marshals Service attempted to return some of that money to his victims by holding a series of auctions. The first one was held at the Sheraton Hotel in New York City. Purses, ashtrays, dishes, jewelry, golf clubs, stationery, duck decoys, and a Wayne Gretzky action figure were among the 200 items stacked on folding tables or leaned against walls, ready to go to the highest bidder. What did these things all have in common? They belonged to Madoff and his family, and were seized from their Manhattan penthouse and Montauk, Long Island, vacation home.
As collectors from around the world queued up to bid on the items from the New York sale, the auctioneers estimated they’d fetch about $500,000. Turns out they grossly underestimated just how crazy some people will go for anything (no matter how seemingly insignificant) that has “celebrity” status.
HEY BIDDER, BIDDER...SWWWING, BIDDER!
Auction item: A blue satin New York Mets baseball team jacket with “Madoff” stitched on the back in orange. (Ironically, team owner Fred Wilpon was one of Madoff’s victims.)
Estimated value: $720
Sold for: $14,500
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Auction items: A Lady Hermes brown suede handbag that belonged to Madoff’s wife, Ruth, plus two other purses.
Estimated value: $210
Sold for: $1,900
Auction items: Three boogie boards, one with “Madoff” written on it with a black marker.
Estimated value: $80
Sold for: $1,000
Auction item: A set of Madoff’s personalized golf clubs (irons only).
Estimated value: $350
Sold for: $3,600
Auction item: A pair of Ruth Madoff’s diamond Victorian dangle earrings.
Estimated value: $20,000
Sold for: $70,000
Auction item: A 1960 Hofstra University ring engraved with “BM.”
Estimated value: $360
Sold for: $6,000
Auction item: A black leather Mont Blanc wallet embossed with “BM.”
Estimated value: $100
Sold for: $2,200
EVERYTHING ELSE MUST GO
At later auctions, Madoff’s 61-foot yacht, Bull, fetched nearly $1 million; his 38-foot-long boat, Sitting Bull, sold for $320,000; and his 21-foot-long Little Bull brought in $21,000. Some other Madoff items that collectors made off with: hockey trading cards, a “Bernard Madoff Investment Securities” pen, a Tiffany silver key ring monogrammed “BLM,” and the Mad-offs’ Christofle flatware engraved “RMB.” And then there was Madoff’s 18-carat-gold Rolex “Prisoner Watch,” inspired by the steel watches given to Allied prisoners of war in Germany during World War II. The Prisoner Watch sold for $65,000 (or about the cost of two years’ worth of room-and-board to imprison Madoff).
Q: Why is London’s Metro police station known as “Scotland Yard”?
A: The entrance was once located on Great Scotland Yard Street.
In the end, the auctions earned about $3 million for the victims—a tiny fraction of what Madoff had stolen from them.
SWINDLER’S TWIST
Following on the heels of the official Bernie Madoff auctions, several unofficial “Bernie Madoff Auctions” took place around the country...in much less posh hotels and community centers. Each of these auctions promised bidders a piece of the Madoff pie. The only problem: None of them offered any items that had actually belonged to Madoff. Atlanta-based Southern Star Auctioneers—which held a sale in Syracuse, New York—said they never claimed to be selling Madoff’s personal items, just stuff that belonged to his victims. But an investigation by the U.S. Marshals discovered that the items didn’t even belong to the victims. In some of the other bogus auctions, organizers forged the stockbroker’s name on the items: They sold $20 fountain pens for hundreds, even thousands of dollars...proving that even though he’s behind bars, Bernie Madoff is still able to part people from their money.
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IF YOU DON’T COUGH, YOU MIGHT GET OFF
Cardiff, Wales: “When a juror coughed, defendant Alan Rashid had a right to feel sick. The cough came at the precise moment that the jury foreman announced a verdict of ‘not guilty’ in Rashid’s trial on a charge of threatening homicide. The cough coincided with the word ‘not,’ and Judge Michael Gibbon only heard ‘guilty.’ He sentenced Rashid to two years in prison. As the jury left the court, one inquisitive member of the panel asked an usher why Rashid was going to jail after being found not guilty. So the jurors were herded back into their box, Rashid was brought back to court, and the jury members confirmed their ‘not guilty’ verdict. Judge Gibbon told the defendant he was free to go. ‘I am very relieved, as you would imagine,’ Rashid said.”
—Associated Press
ATTACK OF THE
KISSING BANDIT!
Of all the crimes in this book, those committed by Morganna Roberts may be the lightest. But she did break the law—and in doing so, she stole the hearts of sports fans all over the United States.
ON A BET
One summer afternoon in 1971, a 17-year-old woman named Morganna Roberts went to Riverfront Stadium to see a Cincinnati Reds game with a friend. The game was pretty uneventful until Roberts’s friend “dirty double-dared” her to run out onto the field and give Pete Rose a kiss. Why not? Roberts climbed over the railing, ran across the field, and gave the startled but welcoming Rose a big smooch as fans roared their approval.
Roberts must have enjoyed the experience, because a few games later she ran out onto the field to kiss another player...and then another...and another. Blonde, with a top-heavy Dolly Parton build (she claimed measurements of 60-24-39), Roberts got a lot of attention. Her profile rose with each pucker and she soon found her way into the newspapers, where a Cincinnati sportswriter dubbed her “The Kissing Bandit.”
SOMETHING TO SEE
If you ever g
ot a chance to see the Kissing Bandit at work, you probably never forgot it. Fans aren’t allowed on the field for security reasons, no matter how famous they are, so Morganna typically had to sneak into the baseball park incognito, her ample attributes concealed beneath a bulky jacket or some other loose-fitting garment. Then, at the opportune moment, she’d throw off her disguise and jump down to the playing field wearing a tight T-shirt and short shorts and bound across the field to the object of that day’s affection.
Roberts parlayed her fame into a career as an exotic dancer, and, thanks to bookings in nightclubs and strip joints all over the country, she was able to visit nearly every ballpark in Major League Baseball. Over the years she kissed everyone from Johnny Bench and Don Mattingly to Nolan Ryan and Cal Ripken Jr. Why stop at baseball? Morganna also snuck into pro basketball games to kiss Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Charles Barkley, and other greats.
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Stadium officials weren’t crazy about her breaking the rules, but the players liked her, and many grew to see her as a good luck charm. After she kissed George Brett of the Kansas City Royals in the mid-1980s, his team went on to win the next 22 of 23 games. In 1988 she tried to kiss Ryne Sandberg of the Chicago Cubs but failed when she was blocked by an umpire. Sandberg hit the next pitch out of the park. (Maybe the umpire shouldn’t have gotten involved—the Cubs still lost the game.)
BUST-ED
Roberts’s antics got her arrested more than once over the years. In 1985 she was charged with criminal trespassing after she ran onto the field during the Houston Astros season opener to kiss pitcher Nolan Ryan. Her attorney claimed that she was a victim of physics—when she leaned over the railing “the laws of gravity took over,” he explained. “She ran out onto the field and saw police chasing her, so where would she run but to the safety of the pitcher?” Roberts managed to beat that rap, but when she was arrested in 1988 during the Baltimore Orioles “Fantastic Fan Night,” she spent a night in jail before the prosecutor set aside the charges as long as she stayed off the field at Memorial Stadium.
GAME OVER
Roberts was a part of baseball for nearly 30 years, from her late teens into her late forties. But in 1999, she decided to hang it up. She never formally announced her retirement, she just dropped out of sight and stopped giving interviews. When the Seattle Post-Intelligencer ran a profile on her in 2001, she again refused to participate, but after the story ran she called the newspaper at 4 a.m. and left a message explaining that she had retired to a “dream life” with her husband and three dogs, in a house alongside a creek and a running trail in the suburbs of Columbus, Ohio. “I just got sick of talking about myself and always being the center of attention,” she said in her message. “I had a great time. All the fans were wonderful. All the players were wonderful. But I just had enough.”
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ELEMENTARY, MY
DEAR SHERLOCK
Here are a few of the more interesting comments that author Arthur Conan Doyle had Sherlock Holmes make.
“Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.”
“I never guess. It is a shocking habit—destructive to the logical faculty.”
“You can never foretell what any one man will do, but you can say with precision what an average number will be up to.”
“As a rule, the more bizarre a thing is, the less mysterious it proves to be.”
“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.”
“There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.”
“You know my method. It is founded on the observance of trifles.”
“It is always dangerous to reason from insufficient data.”
“Crime is common. Logic is rare.”
“Any truth is better than indefinite doubt.”
“I cannot agree with those who rank modesty among the virtues.”
“It is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you.”
“Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly recognizes genius.”
“I can discover facts, Watson, but I cannot change them.”
“A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman’s love, however badly he may have treated her.”
“The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless.”
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SHANGHAIED!
Here’s a look at one of the strangest crime waves in American history—one that terrorized even the toughest characters in town—as city officials, the police, and even the public looked the other way.
OUT TO SEA
One evening in the early 1900s, 19-year-old Max DeVeer and a friend were living it up in a San Francisco honky tonk called the Barbary Coast. There they met a man who asked them if they’d like to meet some girls.
“Well, naturally at that age we were raring to go anywhere—females were few and far between,” DeVeer told an interviewer half a century later. On the promise of meeting women, he and his friend went to the man’s room, where he served them drinks.
“That was the last that I remember,” DeVeer said. “The results of it was we woke up on a three-mast ship going through the Golden Gate....Besides my partner and myself, there were three other guys. One of them was a city fireman, and one was a store clerk and the other one was a wino, I guess.”
DeVeer and company had all been “shanghaied”—drugged, kidnapped, and sold for as little as $50 a head to the captain of a sailing ship headed for the high seas. When they might make it back to San Francisco was anyone’s guess; people who had been shanghaied might remain at sea, working as little more than slaves, for years at a time.
DeVeer’s experience wasn’t unique. For more than half a century it had been a common practice in San Francisco, Seattle, Portland, and other West Coast ports for men known as “crimps” to shanghai thousands of men every year. Shanghai, China, was a distant port of call, so when someone of seafaring age disappeared from city streets without a trace, people said they’d been “sent to Shanghai” or “shanghaied.”
CANVAS AND GOLD
Two events led to the heyday of shanghaiing in the late 1840s. The first was the invention of the clipper ship, a sleek and very fast sailing ship that got its speed from more than 30 sails that were mounted on three giant masts. Lots of sails required lots of sailors to manage them, which increased the demand for sailors.
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The second was the California gold rush of 1849, which caused men to abandon the low-paying, dangerous life of a sailor to seek their fortune as “Forty-Niners.” There were always plenty of sailors willing to go to San Francisco; the problem was that as soon as a ship dropped anchor in San Francisco Bay, the crew abandoned ship and headed for the gold fields. By the end of 1849 more than 700 abandoned ships lay at anchor in the bay in need of crews to sail them back out again.
For San Francisco’s merchants and city fathers, the situation was intolerable. If the city was going to grow, the port had to function normally—San Franciscans had to be able to import the supplies they needed and export the goods they produced, and ship owners had to feel confident that if they sent a ship to San Francisco, they’d eventually get it back again. So when ship captains began offering $50 per head to anyone who could find them sailors to get their ships back out of port, crimps with colorful nicknames like Scab Johnny, Chloroform Kate and the Shanghai Chicken set to work meeting the demand. Business leaders, City Hall, and even the police turned a blind eye.
THE WORST PORT IN THE WORLD
Shanghaiing was a common practice in just about every port city on the West Coast. But San Francisco’s reputation paled in comp
arison to Portland, Oregon, which was known as the “Unheavenly City,” the “Forbidden City,” and “The Worst Port in the World.” If the sophistication of the city’s shanghai network was any measure, the nicknames were well deserved.
Portland’s waterfront was one of the seediest parts of town. The neighborhood was filled with saloons, pool halls, brothels, and even opium dens that served not only sailors on shore leave, but also any loggers, ranch hands, river workers, and other laborers who might be in town looking for a good time. Even when these establishments weren’t owned outright by crimp gangs, they were usually in cahoots with them.
Some business owners trapped their victims just by letting nature take its course—when a customer passed out drunk in a bar or became incapacitated in an opium den, the saloon keeper left them to the mercy of the crimp gangs. If two drunks got in a bar fight, the crimps waited for it to end and then dragged away the loser. (If the winner got enough of a beating, they’d drag him away, too.)
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Other proprietors took a more active approach: They served up punches made of beer mixed with schnapps and laced with laudanum or other drugs, or gave their customers “Shanghai smokes”—cigars laced with opium. Some businesses even had trap doors in the floor that sent unsuspecting victims plunging to the cellar, into the arms of waiting crimps. In Portland alone, 1,500 people were shanghaied in a typical year. In the busiest years the number climbed as high as 3,000—more than eight victims a day.
THE SHANGHAI TUNNELS
Nearly everyone who was shanghaied in Portland ended up in a cellar below street level. In the neighborhoods near the waterfront, all the buildings’ cellars were connected to a network of tunnels and alleyways that ran all the way to the water’s edge. This elaborate maze of underground passages, infamously known as the “Shanghai Tunnels,” are what set Portland apart from other West Coast cities.
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