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Tuesday, August 22nd was hot in Los Angeles.
We were working the day watch out of burglary detail.
My partner's Ben Romero.
The boss is Captain Wisdom.
My name's Friday.
It was 2 18 p.m. when we got to Anthony's store for women, the general manager's office.
Mr. Allen?
Come right in.
Thank you.
My name's Romero.
Sir, I talked to you on the phone.
This is my partner, Sergeant Friday.
How are you?
Certainly glad to see you.
Let me get another chair here.
Thank you very much.
I haven't had time for my after lunch cigarette yet.
Care to join me?
No, thank you, sir.
I got a light for you.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Well, I guess you know what the problem is.
No need for me to go all the way back and start from the beginning.
I didn't get it quite clear on the phone, Mr. Elliott.
When did this last thing come up?
Well, the way we have figured out, it must have happened around closing time yesterday,
between 5, 5.30, we figure.
The store was pretty crowded at that time, was it?
Yeah, it's pretty busy.
We had a special pre-winter showing in the fur department.
No one noticed it was gone until after we'd closed up.
Can you give us a description of the piece of merchandise, Mr. Elliott?
Yes, yeah, you got it right here.
Complete description, you see.
Silver blooming stole, satin lining, two slashed pockets, silver chain fastener.
Complete description of it for you.
Yes, I see.
Thank you.
These are the code numbers and the serial numbers on it, sir?
That's right.
The whole thing's getting way out of hand, Sergeant.
We had a lot of things lifted from the store the last few weeks, but nothing this big.
This keeps up.
I don't see how we're going to get our insurance renewed.
I guess your store detectives are working on this latest one, the missing fur?
Yes, but it's the same as all the recent cases we've had.
They haven't been able to find a thing.
All the personnel have been checked, all the people who were around the department when
the fur was stolen.
I mean, those it was possible to check on.
As far as we know, they're all clear.
What were the circumstances of this thing, Mr. Elliott?
I mean, was this mink stole on a display rack?
Did one of the models have it on exactly?
How was it?
Well, it was modeled, yes.
After it was shown to several parties, it was put back in stock.
We have a special rack for the stoles, regularly enclosed cabinets, sliding doors on it.
Cabinets usually open during store hours.
I see.
There was a store detective in the department at the time.
All those salespeople were standing around.
I can't understand why one of them didn't see it happen.
Mr. Elliott, you say this is the first time an expensive item like this has been lifted
from your store?
That's right.
How about the personnel, Mr. Elliott?
You say there's been a check made on each one of them since this thing started?
Yes, sir, that's correct.
And there's no reason to be suspicious at all of any one of your people?
Well, as a matter of fact, there is one, Sergeant, salesgirl.
She was up in five in the Sweet 16 shop, then she was moved down to cosmetics on the street
floor.
What is it that makes you suspicious of her?
Well, before I say anything, I want to make it pretty clear to you.
We've never had any real proof that there was something wrong there.
Dorothy started with us eight years ago.
That's a girl's name, Dorothy Kirkman.
She came to us right out of high school.
She seemed to be doing all right, get along with the customers, dressed neatly, always
on time.
And all of a sudden, this shoplifting started.
We didn't think there was any connection at first.
Thought it was only coincidence.
How do you mean?
Well, just for instance, wait a minute, now.
Get the file in there right here in the desk.
I see.
There you go.
Here it is.
Out of the first 14 items that disappear, six of them are out of Dorothy Kirkman's department,
right out of her section.
Cashmere sweaters, expensive blouses, scarves.
As I say, at first we wrote it off to coincidence, but it kept recurring.
Her section almost seemed to be the focal point of all the shoplifting.
That was at the beginning, of course.
Did you have the Kirkman girl watched, Mr. Elliott?
Yes, we did.
The department had kept an eye on her.
I guess Dorothy noticed it.
She resented it quite a bit, had a little spat with the head of the department.
We thought it'd be best for everyone if she transferred.
So we had her move downstairs to cosmetics.
How did that arrangement work out?
Well, the first few weeks, fine.
And we started missing things out of cosmetics.
A lot of it didn't amount to too much.
A lot of it did.
Makeup kits, expensive perfumes.
This time we called her in, tried to talk to her about it in a nice way.
She got very resentful.
She denied knowing anything about it, is that it?
Yes, she got very upset.
Of course, there is one thing I will say.
The items in cosmetics are on display all over the counter.
It's fairly easy for anybody to pick them up.
The fact still remains, a stealing began in her department upstairs.
She moves over to cosmetics and all of a sudden the losses increase there.
What would you figure?
Yes, I see what you mean.
I wonder if you could have somebody point out this Dorothy Kirkman for us, Mr. Elliott.
I think maybe we'd better have a talk with her.
We'd like to help you, Sergeant.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
Oh?
How do you mean?
She quit last Saturday.
We got all the information available on Dorothy Kirkman from the store's personnel files and
then we called the office and gave them a description of the stolen fur.
We asked them to check the Kirkman girl through RNI.
She had no previous criminal record.
Before we left the store we went to the fur department, talked to all the sales people
concerned, but we were unable to come up with anything new regarding the theft of the silver
blue mink stole.
We drove out to Dorothy Kirkman's last known address.
She wasn't at home, but her mother was.
The mother told us that the day before her daughter had started on a new job as a sales
girl at the House of Raymond, an exclusive shop specializing in all types of cosmetics.
We checked the phone book and found that the House of Raymond was located in the same ten
block stretch along Wilshire Boulevard where the shoplifting campaign was going on.
It was one of the few places along there that the thieves hadn't bothered.
It was three blocks from Anthony's store for women, the Kirkman girl's former place of
employment, 4.05 p.m. We located her behind one of the front counters.
Across the aisle half a dozen women were listening to a makeup demonstrator giving a talk on
complexion care.
Dorothy Kirkman seemed pleasant and cooperative.
No, I don't mind telling you.
I got sick and tired of being called a thief.
That's why I quit Anthony's.
A little of that goes a long way.
You started work here at Raymond's yesterday, Miss Kirkman, is that right?
Yes, that's right.
I think I'm going to like it a lot better than Anthony's.
Mm-hmm.
I was looking here at Anthony's, ma'am, I suppose you'd heard that quite a bit of shoplifting
was going on.
Yes, I knew about it.
I guess every girl in the store knew it.
They had a big personnel meeting about it.
You have any suspicions of your own, Miss Kirkman?
How do you mean that?
Well, I mean, was there anyone in particular that you might have been a little suspicious
of, maybe one of the customers?
No.
I've waited on some real weird ones, but I didn't see any of them ever try to walk out
with anything.
All I knew was what Mr. Elliott told us at that meeting.
Well, this might be an embarrassing question for you, Miss, and we'd appreciate an honest
answer.
Yes.
What about the sales girls you worked with?
Did any of them ever give you cause to be suspicious?
You mean, do I think any of them were doing the stealing?
No.
There were some of them I didn't like.
I didn't trust them either, but I wouldn't accuse them of stealing.
I wouldn't accuse anybody unless I had proof.
That's more than I can say for some people I know.
Well, by any chance, did you happen to be in Anthony's this past Monday?
Monday?
No, why do you ask?
When you were working on the fifth floor off the street at Anthony's, we understand
that when the merchandise first started disappearing, a pretty good percentage of it was out of
your section.
That's what they told me, yes.
And then when you were transferred downstairs to the cosmetics counter, quite a few things
started disappearing from there.
Now, we'd like an honest answer, Miss Kirkman.
Do you have any explanation at all for this?
I'll tell you the same thing I told them at the store, Sergeant.
I can't explain it, but I didn't have anything to do with it, believe me.
Well, you'll have to admit, Miss, it's pretty much of a coincidence, isn't it?
Sergeant, you can call it anything you want to.
I didn't have anything to do with it.
The only thing I ever took home from that store was my paycheck.
Would you excuse me, please?
Customer, I have to wait over.
Yes, ma'am, we're right ahead.
Huh?
What do you think?
I don't know.
She's a nice enough girl.
She seems to be telling the truth.
Could be a coincidence, the way it worked out.
Nothing to prove otherwise.
4.38 p.m.
We finished questioning the suspect, Dorothy Kirkman, and Ben and I went back to the office
and made arrangements to have the girl kept under temporary surveillance.
A bulletin had been gotten out on the missing fur stole, the pawn shop detail had been notified,
and a description of the fur had been placed on the stolen property list.
The following day, along with Sergeants Dick Rubles and Jim Tabor, we continued our investigation
of the latest shoplifting complaints.
It went slow, a lot of legwork, and no progress.
Like the dozens of other items of merchandise which had vanished in the last eight weeks,
there wasn't a trace of the missing fur stole.
Four men were added to the special detail on duty in the ten block area where the stealing
was going on.
Anybody in the city who'd ever served time for shoplifting was checked and rechecked.
Constant surveillance was maintained over a half a dozen known thieves who we figured
might be involved.
It got us nothing.
Wednesday, August 23rd, 5.30 p.m.
No leads, no progress.
We went back to the office.
Sure hope I get home before six o'clock tonight.
I want to see that shoe repairman out in our neighborhood.
Well, what's the matter?
You need some half souls?
I don't know.
I went in his shop the other day and he conned me into a new set of arch supports.
As a matter of fact, he didn't even call them arch supports.
What'd he say they were?
Metatarsal supports.
You know supports from metatarsals?
Yeah.
That's one of the bones in the foot.
He sold me a pair of these things and told me I should wear only one of them in my right
shoe.
Now what's the matter with that?
Isn't it working out?
Measurable.
I feel like I've been walking around with one foot in a bucket.
Now check the book.
Okay.
Anything?
Yeah, sure is from Robles.
What do you got?
That mink fur.
It's been found.
Two hours before at approximately 3.30 p.m. in the main depot of the Santa Fe bus lines,
a 38 year old housewife, Mrs. Harriet Briggs, noticed an unclaimed parcel lying on one
of the benches in the depot waiting room.
When it became apparent to Mrs. Briggs that the parcel was either lost or forgotten, she
picked it up and took it to the clerk in charge of lost and found articles.
In checking the package for some kind of identification, they discovered the silver blue mink stole
inside.
The car was dispatched to pick up the fur and it was identified as the garment taken
from Anthony's fur salon.
Mrs. Briggs volunteered to come along to the office to give what information she could.
A stakeout was placed at the bus depot in case anybody called for the package.
Five fifty p.m. we interviewed Mrs. Briggs in the squad room.
That's right, officer.
It was just a little before 3.30.
I was in the bus depot there waiting for my husband.
That's when I first noticed this package lying on the bench just across from me.
May I see?
Would you go on please, Mrs. Briggs?
I didn't think anything of it at first.
I went on reading the afternoon paper but no one came for the package.
It was just lying there.
Was there a long time.
How long would you say, ma'am, I mean before you picked it up and took it to the lost and
found clerk?
Oh, I'd say twenty minutes, half an hour.
That much at least.
I left it with a young man at the counter there and I told him I'd be back to see if
anyone claimed it.
Well, when I did get back, that's after I had dinner with my husband, Carl, we found
out what was in the package.
It's certainly strange, don't you think, officer?
Yes, ma'am.
Did you happen to notice at all who it was that left the package there?
Well, I'm not really sure, officer, but I think I know who it was.
A tall woman.
She had a brown jacket, if I remember rightly.
I think you'd say she was in her early thirties.
Have you ever seen this woman before, Miss Briggs?
No, I never did.
Very attractive, as I recall.
She wore glasses.
Anything else about her you might have noticed?
Let me think.
She had blonde hair.
I remember that much.
And the reason I do remember it is because she wore it like I used to when I was a girl,
you know, through the back and the bun like this.
And you're pretty sure that this woman you described is the one who left the package
there?
If I remember rightly, she's the only one that sat across from me.
I guess it must be her.
If it wasn't her, I don't know who else it could have been.
All right, Miss Briggs, thank you very much.
We appreciate it.
That beautiful fur.
I know that woman must be just sick about losing it.
I certainly hope you find her, officer.
Yes, ma'am.
We had the stats office make a run for us and all females with shoplifting records who
fitted the description of the woman who'd left the mink stole in the waiting room at
the bus depot.
The following morning we checked with the men on stake out of the depot.
They told us nobody had come back to report losing such a parcel.
Together with Rubles and Tabor, we spent most of the day checking out the names on the list
of known shoplifters which the stats office had made up for us, names of possible suspects
who physically resembled a tall blonde woman seen at the depot.
We got nowhere.
Either they had ironclad alibis or they had since moved out of the city.
We ran down every possible angle on the freak recovery of the missing fur stole.
During the next 10 days, the case got more involved than it already was.
Some of the stolen articles of new merchandise began showing up but not through any of the
channels we expected.
Some of the items were found dumped in sidewalk refuse cans.
Some were found in hotel lobbies, in the post office, in theaters.
Some were found tossed in vacant lots.
The only logical answer we could figure was that it was the work of somebody who was stealing
for just the love of stealing, a kleptomaniac.
Tuesday, September 4th, a 15-year-old girl in one of the exclusive residential neighborhoods
reported finding two parcels containing women's clothing and expensive costume jewelry.
They still had the price tags on them and they totaled $360.
Ben and I drove out to talk to the girl, a Patricia Denvers.
Where'd you happen to find these things, Patrice?
In the f***ing lot right down the block there.
I was on my way home from the show.
I took the things home and showed my mother she called the police.
If nobody claims this package with the costume jewelry, can I keep it?
It's certainly beautiful.
No, I'm afraid not, Miss.
We know who the things belong to.
We're gonna have to return them.
Oh, I certainly don't understand that.
Well, how do you mean?
Well, as far as I could see, she threw the things away.
I thought she didn't want them.
What do you mean, who didn't want them?
Well, the lady who threw them in the empty lot.
You saw who it was that threw the packages in that lot, did you?
Yes, I was on my way home from the show, just like I told you.
I could see this lady walking up ahead of me.
She was about a block away, I guess.
When she went by the lot, I saw her take these packages from underarm and toss them in the
grass.
She wouldn't do that if she wanted them, would she?
Did you get a good look at this woman?
You have any idea what she looks like?
She's a good looking woman.
Tall.
She has beautiful, blonde hair.
Her husband's a doctor.
And you know who she is?
You've seen her before?
Well, I don't know her to talk to.
I just see her around the neighborhood.
Does she live around here?
Do you know that?
Yeah, right next door to my girlfriend.
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Tuesday, September 4th, 515 p.m.
With the help of the 15-year-old girl, Patricia Denvers, we got the name and address of the
woman who had been seen tossing the parcels of stolen merchandise into a vacant lot in
the west end of the city.
The woman was identified as Mrs. Virginia Sterling, the wife of a Dr. Bruce Sterling,
a fairly prominent young surgeon with offices in Beverly Hills.
Mrs. Sterling and her husband had no children.
They leased a richly furnished apartment in a residential section of the city that was
considered better than the upper middle class.
We checked Virginia Sterling through R&I, but she had no previous criminal record that
we knew of.
Together with Sergeants Rubles and Taber, we covered the various stores along Wilshire
Boulevard that had been victimized in the recent shoplifting campaign.
We found that Mrs. Sterling had charge accounts at almost every one of the stores.
Simply speaking, we found her accounts in very good standing, and among the store people,
she was regarded as what is referred to as a fine customer, a good spender, and a good
credit risk.
Right down to the retail credit association, there was nothing but favorable reports on
the woman.
Seven fifteen p.m.
Ben and I had a hamburger and some chili and a cup of coffee for dinner, and then we drove
out to the apartment of Dr. Sterling and his wife.
Mrs. Sterling answered the door and invited us in.
We identified ourselves.
She told us the doctor was out on a call.
She showed us into the living room, modern furniture, indirect lighting, expensive rugs.
Won't you sit down, gentlemen?
Thank you very much.
Did I get you a drink?
I was just having my coffee and brandy.
No, thank you, Miss Sterling.
I really don't know when the doctor will be back.
He was called over to the hospital.
Is there anything I can help you with?
Well, as a matter of fact, Mrs. Sterling, we came out to talk to you, not your husband.
Oh, really?
What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Sergeant Romero?
Well, ma'am, we understand that you do quite a bit of your shopping along Wilshire Boulevard.
Is that right?
Well, yes.
I shop downtown quite often.
Except for the problem of parking, I find it a lot more convenient.
Why do you ask?
Mrs. Sterling, do you do much of your shopping at Anthony's?
I believe that's out in the Wilshire district.
Yes, I do.
For my sports clothes especially.
They have a very good selection.
Would you remember if you were in Anthony's on the 22nd of last month?
I believe that was a Tuesday.
On a Tuesday.
No, I don't think I could remember one way or the other.
I really don't have any special day for shopping.
I just go when I feel like it or when I need something.
Have you ever been in the first and not in Anson's, ma'am?
Have you ever made any purchases there?
I suppose I've been in almost every department at Anthony's at one time or another.
I can tell you though, I've never bought any frizz there.
As I told you, the main reason I go there at all is because of their sportswear.
Could you tell me what this is about, please?
Routine investigation, ma'am.
I wonder if you could tell us this.
Do you have any occasion to travel in the area of the Santa Fe bus depot?
By bus?
No.
I don't think I've been on a bus since, well, since I've been married.
And that'll be six years this coming December.
You've never been in the Santa Fe bus depot downtown, then?
No.
I think I know where it is.
I've driven past it.
I've never been inside though.
Why should you want to know that?
Well, Miss Sterling, we're going to be honest with you.
This has to do with an investigation we're on.
Now, we've had a couple of reports that you were seen at the Santa Fe bus depot on August
23rd.
That was on a Wednesday.
Reports came from pretty reliable people.
Well, I certainly consider myself reliable and I say I've never been there.
Now, if you don't mind, I'd like some kind of explanation for this questioning.
You mean you have no idea why we drove out here to talk to you?
Of course not.
Number one, I don't understand your questions at all.
Number two, I'd like to know what they have to do with me.
What has this to do with you, ma'am?
Last August 23rd, a woman in a brown sports jacket answering your description left a package
in the Santa Fe bus depot.
This package contained a mink stole taken from Anthony's.
The woman who left the package in the depot fits your description perfectly.
That's all?
It's a coincidence.
Yes, ma'am, maybe.
I suppose you've read in the papers about the big increase in shoplifting.
Most of it's taking place right in the area where you say you do most of your buying.
We've checked out every single one of the cases, Mrs. Sterling.
It took us a long time.
We found a dozen salespeople in those stores.
Every one of them tells us that you were around a particular store when the shoplifting took
place.
Law of averages, Mrs. Sterling.
You show up too often in the reports.
Would you please leave my house?
Both of you, please.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Sterling, but you'll have to come along with us.
What do you mean by that?
Don't you know you can get in trouble making false accusations?
I'm going to call my husband right now.
Yes, ma'am, if you like, go right ahead.
Sergeant.
Yes, ma'am.
What is it?
What do you want to know?
You can tell me.
I think you know already.
What do you want?
Tell me, please.
We've got your story, ma'am.
Right up to this afternoon, you went shopping today, you stole things as usual.
When you tried to get rid of them, you were seen right in this neighborhood.
The vacant lot down in the next corner, you threw them away there.
Somebody saw you.
They didn't know it was me.
Yes, ma'am, they knew it was you.
Yes.
How can I make them understand?
You know?
No, ma'am.
Horrible.
Shame.
I couldn't tell my husband.
I couldn't tell Bruce.
I couldn't.
Oh, never mind.
We'll tell him for you.
9.35 p.m.
We got in the car and drove Mrs. Sterling downtown to the city hall.
We took her to the interrogation room, called a police stenographer, and we began to take
her complete statement.
One of the first things she did was to admit full responsibility for the series of shop
liptings which had been going on for over two months.
She told us that her kleptomania, the urge to steal things, had started with her as far
back as her junior high school years.
She admitted as a girl she stole books, tablets, pencils, pieces of chalk.
And as she grew older, it seemed to get more serious with her.
It carried over into her college years.
And that's when her stealing first got her into trouble.
It was when I joined this sorority.
It was just like high school.
I was all alone.
We had a lot of clever girls in our house.
Some of them were smart.
Some of them were pretty.
All of them seemed to be doing something except me.
I had to prove it to them.
I guess I had to prove it to myself.
I was smart too.
Oh, see, you figured that taking things was the best way to prove that.
Yes, I suppose so.
Of course, it wasn't easy, you know.
The awful part was I got caught one day.
It was kind of a relief in a way.
I mean, how could they know I was just as smart as they were?
They didn't find out what I was doing.
Did you stay on at college after that, Miss Sterling?
Oh, no, I couldn't after that.
They voted me out of the sorority.
There wasn't anything to do but leave, so I left.
What happened after that?
I went to New York and stayed with an aunt I have there.
I got a job.
I had several jobs.
The same thing came up again.
I lost two of the jobs.
Same thing over again.
I just couldn't help it.
It always means so much to me, taking things, not being caught, getting away, getting away.
Things I took, they never meant anything to me, nothing.
Just taking them, not having anyone knowing.
That's all that was important.
It made up for that feeling, being all alone.
Yes, ma'am, and this thing went on, I mean, even after you were married?
No, not at first.
I guess maybe a year or two.
We were very happy, Bruce and I.
And then he got busy, came out here and began to build his practice.
I didn't see as much of him.
We both wanted children.
We wanted them very much.
There weren't any.
Bruce began to spend more time away from home.
Just like before, same thing.
I wasn't important.
I was all alone again.
Wasn't anybody.
You know what I mean, don't you, Sergeant?
Yes, ma'am.
There ought to be an answer someplace.
There isn't anything worse than being alone, is there?
I get it.
Interrogation room, Friday.
Yeah, Dick.
Mm-hmm.
He is on his way now?
Yeah, right.
Yeah, thank you.
Dr. Sterling just called.
Said he was on his way in.
He ought to be here in a couple of minutes.
I don't want to see Bruce.
He's so good.
I wouldn't know how to tell him.
Don't worry, ma'am.
He'll be all right.
No.
I'm alone.
He's alone.
It'll never be all right anymore.
Well, he's on his way in now and he wants to see you.
What can I tell him?
What's it going to be like?
What's going to happen after this?
I don't know, ma'am, but you won't be alone anymore.
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story you have just heard was true.
The names were changed to protect the innocent.
On December 9th, trial was held in Superior Court, Department 88, City and County of Los
Angeles, State of California.
In a moment, the results of that trial.
And now here's our star, Jack Webb.
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a sentence as prescribed by law, the terms to run concurrently.
Grand theft is punishable by imprisonment for not less than one or more than ten years.
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