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Maude was also a friend of Arbuckle's, and the rumors were that Arbuclde occasionally helped her out with money when she was broke. He had dated her several times and had taken her for weekends in Tijuana, where she liked to shop. Maude was an ambitious girl who had not yet been able to get anywhere in pictures.
Al and Maude were planning to make the trip to Fresno together as they had made previous trips. Maude hated to drive fast, but she made the sacrifice because Al was a splendid contact for her. Also Al was a cigar smoker and Maude hated the smell of cigar smoke. What disposed her to making the trip on this weekend was that a girl friend, an excellent seamstress, had moved to a town called Selma, just north of Fresno. Maude wanted to order a dress from her.
The inevitable chain of circumstances and coincidences that were closing in on Virginia Rappe reached a climax when Maude went to a drugstore for a packet of hairpins early Sunday morning and met Arbuckle there. He was buying shaving cream. Maude told him she was going with Al to Fresno for the weekend. It was probably meant to make him jealous, but it immediately gave Arbuckle a great idea. "I'm going up to San Francisco," he said. "Why don't you ask Virginia Rappe to go along and we'll have a hell of a party up there. I'll pay," he tacked on as an added inducement.
Maude said immediately, "Are you kidding? She'd never go to San Francisco with us."
The caste system was already firmly established in Hollywood. Maude was certain Virginia Rappe, a star, wouldn't go anywhere with her, a gown model.
The two strolled down Wilshire Boulevard talking. There wasn't much time. Al had planned to leave at noon. It was 10:3(X a.m. Arbuckle was driving to San Francisco, a 500-mile trip, with Lowell Sherman, an actor, and Fred Fishbeck, a director. The trip would take about nine hours. The weather was bright and warm, a typical Los Angeles day. The five-day forecast was for continued good weather.
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