Why are you here and why am I doing this?

Why are you here and why am I doing this?

If you're like me, THIS is as close to crime as you want to get.

You want to maintain a safe distance and delve into it when it's convenient for you; not when some lunatic knocks on your door in the middle of the night, runs you off the road or approaches you in a parking lot.

Maybe you are a Murderino?

I'm someone who resolves every New Year's Eve to NOT be the victim of a crime.

Some of the crimes I'll describe here aren't horrific or even result in death, but they're still situations to be avoided. Who wants the drama or the paperwork associated with a non-violent crime? Not me.

I know I'm not the only one who's interested in reading about crime & criminals. I hope to use this blog to share that interest with others.

My process is to find something in an old newspaper, news broadcast or my own memory that grabs my attention and delve deep. I research the cases and people using newspaper and magazine archives, genealogy sites plus court or prison documents (when I can afford them). Lately the way I write the stories has changed. I'm starting to show the effort I've made to track down specific details. I also seem to be posting less frequently. This can be attributed to the fact that I'm now concerned with the As Close to Crime YouTube channel as well as my habit of falling deeper and deeper into rabbit holes with each new entry. I'd rather have quality than quantity, so I've come to terms with the lessening output.

I try not rely too heavily on other websites or books but I credit people when it's appropriate. In fact, if my main source of information is someone else's book, I'll just recommend the book. This was the case with "The Bobbed Haired Bandit."

Don't expect too many Top 10 lists from me. I instead prefer to select the more obscure crimes that some visitors to this blog have either never heard of or haven't thought about in awhile.

I also like to give attention to not just those who break the law but those who uphold the law. So you can expect to see some of that here.

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Wednesday, September 26, 2018

"Drinking makes me mean, sometimes."

Shirley Ann Little entered the world on October 20, 1945 in Algonac, Michigan. Everyone agreed Shirley Ann was a beautiful baby. Ten weeks later, on December 29, 1945, she was dead. It was a tragic crib death. Despite being in a house with eight other people - 2 adults (her maternal grandmother and aunt) and 6 children (ranging in age from 2 to 15 years) -  Shirley Ann choked on her own vomit and suffocated.

Flash forward three months and a hot topic of conversation in Michigan was the death of another young girl - Anna Lee Townsend. Anna was 4-years-old and had been beaten to death. Police suspected Jeanette Grosso, her aunt and chief caregiver, was the culprit.

Muriel Wrightman, 23-years-old, was having a few drinks at a downtown bar in Detroit one night with some friends and agreeing that Mrs. Grosso was indeed a terrible person when she paused long enough to make a phone call to police. She wanted to confess to killing her niece, Shirley Ann Little. She hung up the phone and waited for a squad car to pick her up.
photo from The Times Herald - April 2, 1946
Muriel told police she loved Shirley Ann but had grown weary of caring for her younger half-sister's baby and she especially didn't like hearing how pretty the child was. And not simply beautiful but how much prettier than her own 2-year-old daughter Victoria this new baby was. Muriel claimed that after work she's stopped off for a few drinks, came home drunk and jealousy drove her to stuff the corner of a baby blanket into the infant's mouth. She then drank a few beers an went to bed. The following morning she learned of her niece's death.

Guilt over the death gnawed at Muriel for months. She had been plagued since that night by nightmares of her own daughter being suffocated but it was reading about the awful crime committed by Jeanette Grosso that finally made her break. She thought, "I'm no better than that woman." When people on the street offered her a smile she thought, "Why should the smile at me? After all, I am a murderer." On March 29, 1946, Muriel told police "I want to clear my conscience." "I did it; I murdered Shirley Ann; I want to be punished." 

Here's the problem with that confession though - nobody believed her. Not her family nor the doctor who had signed Shirley Ann's death certificate. The police certainly had their doubts however Muriel took two lie detector tests which supported her claims and Muriel DID insist she was guilty. Three days later she was arraigned on a murder charge.

Edward Kane, acting coroner at the time of Shirley Ann's death, told the authorities and the press that he felt Muriel's confession was "a publicity-seeking hoax."

Shirley Ann's body was exhumed then examined by two other physicians and they agreed with Dr. Walter H. Boughner's original determination that Shirley Ann had not been murdered. Dr. Boughner was re-interviewed and he said Shirley Ann was malnourished and would probably not have been strong enough to push the blanket off of her own face but there were no signs of violence on the body.
Muriel's mother Rebecca Evon and her 14-year-old stepsister Sally Evon also refuted her claims.

Sally was the most certain of Muriel's innocence, "I'm sure Muriel didn't do it, and my four brothers don't think she did either." Sally told police that she'd let Muriel into the apartment that night, sat up with her stepsister as she drank a few bottles of beer, watched her go to bed and then turned in for the night herself 30 minutes later.

Rebecca Evon seemed less sure and told authorities "I don't know if Muriel did it or not. She does get mean when she's drunk, but she never threatened to do anything like that."

Muriel Blanche Wrightman was a troubled individual even before the death of her niece and not even she was sure why that was. She was an honor student who often ran away from home. "I had a good home. My stepfather was a fine man. I had plenty to eat. I just ran away." "I was the favorite child in my family. I was the one my parents fussed over. They were always kind and good to me. But I ran away just the same."

Three years prior Muriel had attempted suicide by throwing herself in the St. Clair River. 

Muriel was a single mother to Victoria Ann but by choice. She had rejected an offer of marriage from Victoria's father, a man she loved, because she had no desire to settle down. He was in the Army and while he was convalescing in a Georgia hospital, Muriel sent him a "Dear John" letter breaking off the relationship. Muriel never told him she was carrying his child or that she had given birth. There are few clues to his identity except for Victoria's last name being Arnott.

Muriel was interviewed at length and while sure of her crime, she offered up motives and timelines that conflicted with testimony from others.

Muriel contended her half-sister Phyllis had practically abandoned Shirley Ann after only 2 weeks. Yet, Rebecca Evon denied this and said "Shirley Ann was in my care, just as Muriel's own baby was when Muriel went to Detroit." When neither Rebecca or Muriel were available to watch the children, it was Sally who took over. At the time of her daughter Shirley Ann's death, Phyllis Little nee' Evon was visiting with her husband Jerry in Kentucky where he was stationed.

Muriel also claimed the financial strain on the family was too great - "I just thought if I do it, I won't have to pay for the baby's food anymore." It is possible the family was struggling financially. Muriel claimed she was bringing home $25 a week and her mother was receiving some money on a pension but they had so many mouths to feed. Rebecca's husband had died in 1944. Muriel worked a late shift at Detroit Gasket & Manufacturing (clocking out at 12:45 AM) and would come home worn out but always made time to feed and play with Shirley Ann, never acting jealous or resentful. But Muriel admitted "at one time I felt like strangling my own baby too, but I snapped out of it." "I had been drinking and sometimes when I drink too much, I get mean."

Of this there, apparently, was no doubt. Her Mom Rebecca told the Assistant Prosecuting Attorney Reg. S. Atkins "I don't know what to think. She used to abuse the children when she got drunk. I told her if she did it again, I'd knock her down but she never threatened to kill anyone. I don't know what to think."

On April 12, 1946, Muriel was examined by three psychiatrists. She was declared sane and the case moved forward.

On April 24, 1946 she pled guilty to first degree murder but Circuit Judge Fred W. George rejected that plea. And the judge was right to do so.

In early June, when the case came before a jury, even Muriel was starting to doubt herself. She now accepted that she was suffering from a delusion. Her court appointed attorney W. Grafton Sharp filed a motion to dismiss since the strongest piece of evidence the state had in this case was Muriel's confession; all of the physical evidence pointed towards an accidental death. Judge Fred W. George agreed completely and Muriel was released from custody and taken home by her mother.

The Times Herald newspaper took the opportunity (in a June 1, 1946 article) to question the accuracy and reliability of such lie detecting equipment. Of course, in Muriel's mind she wasn't actually lying.

My research shows that on February 14, 1948, Muriel married Joseph Solo, 27. I also discovered that Muriel had died on September 11, 1948. I was curious enough to know the cause of death that I submitted a request for a copy of Muriel's death certificate. I was expecting to see it was a suicide but I was wrong. Muriel had suffered a traumatic cerebral hemorrhage due to a fall in her home 3 days prior. She's buried in Parkview Cemetery in Livonia, Michigan.
Parkview Cemetery, from the cemetery's website
When Muriel's mother Rebecca (now Rebecca Lumbert) died on February 4, 1956, her obituary stated she was survived by three sons and 2 daughters - Phyllis Little and Victoria Arnott. Rebecca's son Franklin Evon died at some point between the years 1946 and 1956 but I have no further details, not even his date of birth, although I think he was Rebecca's youngest son and quite possibly was born in 1942. Rebecca's daughter Sally died in 1953, she was between 19 and 20 years old of her death. I'm curious to know the causes of death for both Franklin and Sally but don't want to spend another $34 each for their death certificates.



photo from
Wisconsin State
Journal -
April 9, 1946
Oh, and FYI concerning Jeanette Grosso, since I won't be covering her in a separate log entry: In August 1945, Jeanette Grosso stepped up and offered to care for her recently deceased sister's 2 children, Anna Lee (aged 4) and Jimmy (16 months). Their stepfather agreed, thinking this was the best place for them. On March 27, 1946, the beaten and bruised body of Anna Lee was removed from the Grosso home. Mrs. Grosso initially pointed the finger of blame at Anna Lee Townsend's stepfather Albert L. Radcliff, a Marlinton, WV resident, but when his alibi proved solid she admitted to severely beating her niece after losing patience with the child. A judge reduced the first degree murder charge to second degree after citing errors made by the police. Mrs. Grosso claimed temporary insanity and pled guilty to manslaughter. In December 1946, she received a sentence of 10 to 15 years in prison. There was a retrial in July 1947 and her sentenced was reduced to 5 to 15 years after news of her having suffered an epileptic seizure while in custody was revealed. I'm unsure of when she was released from prison or when she died.





Tuesday, September 18, 2018

While we wait ......

There are two different stories I'm investigating which require death certificates to provide answers to lingering questions I have. And if I want to know how someone died, I assume you'll want to know too.

So, while we wait for my checks to clear, let's enjoy this much simpler tale.



We love it as a plot device in thrillers, murder mysteries and the like but apparently in real life such behavior is frowned upon.


reprinted from The San Bernardino County Sun
February 7, 1930

Orlando Lane was right to question the guilt of the defendant. Jack Harris was acquitted on the grand theft charge although the jury disagreed on the related offense of operating a motor vehicle without the owner's consent.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves

"Mrs. Creedon:

Your daughter will die just like Florence McDonnell.
The Police will never know who murdered both.
I will give your house the once-over until I see how easy it will be for me.

signed - THE UNKNOWN"


Daily News photo-
June 21, 1932
When the body of 5-year-old Florence McDonnell had been found on February 4, 1932 there was fleeting but genuine suspicion that the intended target might have been Nora Creedon's granddaughter.

An attack on Mrs. Creedon's daughter would have been payback from the band of gypsies she had recently ejected from a store she'd leased to them. The address was 232-A Ralph Avenue, Brooklyn. It was in the cellar of that building that Florence's body was found. The Creedons lived next door to the McDonnell family on Chauncey Street. Chauncey Street is only 75 feet from the store's location. Florence had been known to play with some of the gypsy children and she was similar in appearance to the young Creedon girl. Armed with significant circumstantial evidence, police quickly rounded up and questioned dozens of gypsies. This was widely reported in the newspapers.

Deputy Chief Inspector Vincent J. Sweeney told the press that he was not inclined to continue with this line of inquiry - "I have heard of gypsies stealing and kidnaping but in my experience I cannot recall a case where they committed murder."

The day of Florence's funeral, February 8th, police arrested and detained Fred Hicks, the last man seen with Florence. John Hugo, a Salvation Army chaplain, told police that he had seen Hicks and Florence together the afternoon of her disappearance (February 3rd) and he had even overheard Hicks promising to buy Florence some candy. Two candy wrappers were found at the crime scene.

Fred Hicks offered up an alibi but his it was his word against that of a Salvation Army chaplain so he was held until police had a chance to confirm his story. Why, yes Fred Hicks had been purchasing insurance policies that day and two agents backed him up and produced the paperwork as evidence.
Daily News photo -
February 12, 1932

Now it was John Hugo's turn in the hot seat. John Hugo ultimately admitted to police that he was just seeking some attention from the newspapers when he pointed at Fred Hicks and made him the prime suspect in a murder case. Hugo also admitted that his judgment that day might have been affected by an morning spent in City Hall Park, Manhattan drinking "smoke," which is a combination of denatured alcohol and water.  Police discovered Hugo had previously been an inmate at Dannemora Hospital for the Criminally Insane as well as Bellevue. John Hugo had a criminal record dating back to 1911 (mostly for theft but there was a 1927 arrest for assault and battery) and Hugo was an army deserter.  He was thrice married and inserting himself into a police investigation was nothing new for John Hugo. In 1917, while incarcerated on a burglary charge, he claimed to have knowledge concerning the murder of Ruth Cruger. This was, he admitted, a ruse to get out of prison; he actually knew nothing about that crime. John Hugo was held without bail, as a potential material witness but since he had witnessed nothing and was not credible, I imagine the police just wanted to punish him in some way for hindering the investigation with false information. Hugo's own wife, Zilla McBane Hugo, was one of the first to call him a liar. She, John Hugo and their landlady were discussing the McDonnell murder the first day news of it appears in the papers. When they read about the candy wrappers being found at the scene, John Hugo said, "I wonder if the man who took her there offered her candy?" And so it began.... The Salvation Army quickly distanced themselves from John Hugo and rightly so. Hugo had only signed up with the Salvation Army shortly before Christmas and his job was not that of chaplain but he was selling "War Cry," the official publication of the Salvation Army and Hugo had not yet turned in any of the money he collected while performing this task.

Florence had been strangled to death with a length of wire, wrapped multiple times around her throat. Her body seemed arranged and her head was resting on a football. Early medical examinations indicated she had not been raped. Concrete behind the building was busted and what looked like a too shallow grave had been dug in the yard behind the building but abandoned before being used. A baby carriage was placed over the three foot long hole.

Police arrested an additional 5 suspects at Florence's funeral on February 8th. One hundred police investigators were assigned to this case.

Every known degenerate was considered and interrogated. While this did result in arrests for other unrelated sexual assaults, it wasn't until the above anonymous letter was received by Mrs. Creedon several days after the crime that Detective Thomas Cavanagh had something solid to investigate in the McDonnell case.

Detective Cavanagh felt the handwriting was that of an immature individual; also he believed the placement of Florence's body indicated regret on the part of the killer. Cavanagh made photostats of the threatening letter and visited local schools hoping someone would recognize it.

Daily News photo -
July 21, 1932
Miss Helen T. Daily, principal of P.S. 70, thought the handwriting was similar to that of 6th grader Robert Smalls, aged 14. Attendance records reveal that Robert was absent from school the day that Florence was murdered. P.S. 70 is also the school Florence attended.

Robert's teacher dictated lessons that contained several of the words from the threatening letter and a comparison was made. A handwriting expert declared a match.

Detective Cavanagh interviewed Robert's friends and ultimately heard something very damning from 15-year-old Justin James, who they caught up with at the Juvenile Reformatory on Randall's Island. Justin told police that he was with Robert Smalls on the afternoon of February 3rd and when Robert saw Florence he said "There goes that little snitch that got me in trouble at school. I'll fix her. You wait here for me." According to Justin, Robert followed Florence into the Ralph Avenue location and returned 20 minutes later saying only, "I only went in there to look for a bike"

Shortly after that supposed incident, on February 3rd, a truant office scooped up both Justin James and Robert Smalls. Smalls was delivered to his grandparents, who promptly ordered Robert to return to school. James was transported back to Randall's Island, from where he'd escaped.

On February 16th, Detective Cavanagh brought Robert in for questioning. Smalls denied writing the letter and killing Florence. Apparently, at one point Smalls did admit to killing Florence but he later claimed it was all a joke and he was released.

On February 19th the police rearrested Smalls and arranged for a Randall's Island reunion of Justin and Robert, hoping that when confronted by the testimony of his friend Robert would confess. However, Justin changed his story and claimed he'd never implicated Robert Smalls.

Back at the station house, after hours of questioning, Robert Smalls finally confessed to killing Florence by saying "If you want to call it that. I just put my hands on her and she fainted like in my arms." Robert confirmed Florence had "snitched" on him to school authorities on a day he'd played hookey and that he held a grudge. Robert claimed he had followed Florence into the house on Ralph Avenue, carried her into the cellar, she fainted and he wrapped the wire around Florence's neck to scare her but didn't think he'd made it so tight as to kill her. It wasn't until in school the next day that he heard she was dead.

Brooklyn Daily Eagle photo -
February 21, 1932

District Attorney William F.X. Geoghan wasn't entirely convinced of Robert's guilt but proceeded anyway because he had a signed confession. Robert Smalls would later retract this confession. Robert didn't claim abuse by the police but said simply that he'd thought admitting to the crime would somehow help him.

Having been declared sane by two alienists, Robert Smalls was scheduled to stand trial on a charge of first degree murder. This would have been the first time a defendant under the age of 16 had come before the court on a capital charge. 

On June 20, 1932, it was reported that a Grand Jury's findings had resulted in the charges being reduced to 2nd degree murder and the Court of Appeals ruled that a juvenile charged with a felony can only be tried if the penalty is death or life imprisonment. The murder indictment against Robert Smalls was thrown out and the case was to be referred to the Children's Court. 

One month later, armed only with circumstantial evidence and no confession, District Attorney Ralph K. Jacobs was still having trouble pursuing the murder charge against Robert Smalls so on July 20, 1932, Children's Court Justice Peter B. Hanson ordered the charges against Smalls be dismissed because to "keep the petition hanging over this boy's head is not in keeping with the theory of this court."

Pinterest photo of random
gumball slot machine
Not wanting Robert Smalls to go completely unpunished, the District Attorney's office did what they could and managed to convict Robert as a juvenile delinquent and parole violator.

It seems that prior to Robert being arrested in February 1932 for murder, he had already two arrests under his belt. Robert had been caught breaking in to gumball slot machines then released on probation in December 1931 but he violated the terms of the parole in January 1932 by stealing a bicycle. It was for these offenses that Robert was sent to the House of Refuge (a juvenile reformatory).


Now here's the thing - what if Robert Smalls really hadn't killed Florence McDonnell?

There were a rash of rapes and murders of young girls around that time and in that area of Brooklyn, many of which went unsolved. I'm going to focus briefly on 5 of them.

-Sarah Burroughs/Burrows (aged 10) on May 7, 1931
-Florence McDonnell (aged 5) on February 3, 1932 (*)
-Helen Sterler (aged 6) on January 5, 1933
-Barbara Wiles (aged 6) on March 28, 1933
and finally 
-Paula Magagna (aged 8) on July 31, 1937

I used Google Maps to pinpoint the string of murders






Sandwiched in between these homicides were numerous
sexual assaults on children who fit the type but often the assailant was interrupted or scared off so  - who's to say the body count wouldn't have been higher. Of course, it would ridiculously naïve of me not to consider there were multiple men at work during this time period.

I'd be inclined to remove Sarah from this list because, at age 10, she was slightly older than the other victims and she was the only non-white in the group however, every other aspect of the crime fits the pattern.
Sarah was sent to the grocery prior to school to make a small purchase and she never returned. Her body was found in the basement of her own building. She'd been brutally raped, strangled and her body tossed in a coal bin. She'd been gone a mere 30 minutes before the alarm had been sounded and folks began looking for her.

Daily News photo -
November 5, 1931
All of these attacks happened in a relatively small section of Brooklyn. 
All of the girls were raped. (*Although the earlier reports on Florence's postmortem didn't indicate rape, an article in the February 12, 1950 edition of The Brooklyn Eagle says she was.) 
All of the murders occurred in cellars or basements where the victims were lured rather than forced, all of the girls were garroted with lengths of rope or wire that the police believe the killer found at the locations.
The bodies were either found in coal bins or draped across something. Also a baby carriage figured prominently in at least three of the crime scenes although nobody really knows what the significance of this is; it could simply be coincidence because a cellar is a good place to store a baby carriage that you're no longer using.
On January 25, 1933 Helen Sterler had been reported missing by her parents as nighttime was approaching. Neighborhood shopkeepers recalled seeing Helen coming in with pennies that afternoon and making purchases. It struck them as odd because they knew the child well enough to know she didn't usually have money. Shortly after 11PM her body was found in the basement 1013 DeKalb Avenue. This was 5 doors away from her home and less than a mile away from where Florence's body had been found the year before.
Daily News photo - January 26, 1933

Daily News photo -
February 11, 1950

Barbara Wiles had been strangled with her own jump rope in the basement of the 6-family apartment building. On the morning of Wednesday, March 29, 1933, Barbara's unemployed father Harold Wiles walked two blocks to the Police Station to collect a bag of coal for the family. Anna Wiles asked her daughter to pop down into the cellar to fetch a baby carriage. Fifteen minutes later, Anna went down the cellar looking for Barbara. Surely, it shouldn't take this long; their apartment was on the first floor. In the dim light of the basement Anna saw Barbara's body - the jump rope wrapped around her throat and tied tight with a long iron spike. A burlap sack lay nearby. Police suspected the killer might have intended to conceal Barbara's body in it. An ambulance raced to the scene and though some sign of life was detected she would not be resuscitated. Her murder again occurred within that one mile radius. Police rushed to investigate and rounded up suspects. There were also no shortage of kooks confessing then recanting. Assorted degenerates were questioned and released when their alibis checked out. Police were never able to find Barbara's killer.


Daily News photo-Jan 28, 1933
It's interesting to note Price
demonstrating how he strangled Helen
since the autopsy showed she was  garroted.


Of the first four listed, only Helen Sterler's death resulted in an arrest and conviction. Lloyd Price, who had two previous convictions for molesting small boys, was described as feeble-minded and while he claimed police beat a confession out of him the jury had not trouble finding him guilty. Police also liked Price for having committed the two earlier crimes (Borroughs and McDonnell) because they were so similar to the murder of Helen Sterler but they had no evidence with which to definitively link him to those deaths. He was put to death in the electric chair on March 1, 1934.

On August 3, 1937, rooming house manager Mrs. Miriam Satakin walked in on Lawrence Marks and an 8-year-old girl. Marks tried to explain away the situation but Mrs. Satakin didn't believe him for a minute. She removed the girl from the room and called police.
Mrs. Satakin had a very good reason to be so suspicious because she had lived at 1009 DeKalb Avenue in 1933 and her son Arnold had been a playmate of murder victim Helen Sterler.
By the time police arrived on the scene Lawrence Marks had disappeared. He returned 4 days later but Mrs. Satakin had been waiting for him. She quickly called police and he was apprehended. She then learned that Marks was a known sex offender with convictions for sexual assault going back to 1914.


Daily News photo -
October 24, 1937

Daily News photo -
August 9, 1937

On August 8th 1937, after 13 hours of interrogation, Lawrence Marks confessed to killing Paula Magagna but refused to admit any connection to either Florence McDonnell or Barbara Wiles. Marks accompanied police back to scene of the crime and explained how he had met Paula Magagna at the subway station at DeKalb and Wyckoff Avenues. He asked her where she lived and if she knew where the gas meters for her house were. Paula answered yes and took him to the cellar. Once inside the cellar Marks blocked Paula's exit, he strangled her with a length of rope he had found in the cellar, raped then killed her and took the trolley home. According to Marks, he was suffering from a guilty conscious afterwards and contemplated turning himself in to police. Instead he lured another child into his room.
Good thing Mrs. Satakin was on the ball.


Daily News photo -
August 9, 1937 


Mrs. Ida Marks, wife of the accused, apparently knew about his criminal past, would dutifully visit him in prison and long for his release. She claims that in 25 years of marriage they only lived together for perhaps 1 solid year without interruption. And by interruption, she obviously means his multiple incarcerations. She would die in the hallway of her rooming house at 809-A Greene Avenue She was 47-years-old. Lawrence Marks, aged 49-years-old, died in the electric chair at Sing Sing on June 2, 1938.




If you look at the criminal history of Lawrence Marks, as printed in the August 9, 1937 edition of The Daily News, it seems as though he might have been at liberty for all of the murders. 
reprinted from Daily News -
August 9, 1937

Marks was incarcerated 1914-1926 on a morals charge. In 1927, he was sentenced to 6 months to 3 years for impairing the morals of a minor. Marks had violated his parole some time in 1933 and returned to prison but was released from Sing Sing on June 13, 1937.

I would be remiss if I didn't pass along the fact that in February 1950, Anna Wiles came forward to publicly accuse her recently deceased father Charles Gunkel of murdering her daughter/his granddaughter Barbara Wiles. She claimed to have been made aware of his guilt around the time of Barbara's funeral, in 1933, but was sworn to secrecy by her mother Louise, who died in 1939. Now with both of her parents dead and her mother and daughter each appearing to her in dreams, Anna felt the time was right to tell the police the truth and as further evidence of divine intervention - Detective Godfrey Delano of the Ralph Avenue precinct called upon her one afternoon to follow up on the cold case. Anna finally told police something she should have told them at the time - that her father had visited their home on the day of Barbara's death, he had deviant sexual leanings and that his own wife suspected him of the crime.

Daily News photo -
February 2, 1950

Her claims were immediately disputed by her three siblings.

I can see no further police or legal action taken despite the DA's office announcing they would be reopening the cases of Florence McDonnell and Sarah Burrows in light of this new testimony.