The Fatty Arbuckle case (1962)

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The defense also tried to prove that Virginia was in the powder room for long periods of time. But this argument was weak. About the midway point in the journey Maude said something to the effect that Virginia would be surprised when she saw who was in San Francisco. Virginia, frightened, said, "Don't tell me Irving is going to be there. I won't go!" "Of course not," Al replied. "I swear he won't be. What kind of a trick would that be?" "You promise?" asked Virginia nervously. Al promised and gave Maude a dirty look. It was close to midnight when they checked into the Palace Hotel. Maude and Virginia went to Room 707 and Al to 709. Al went for a walk to buy the papers and offered to take the girls out for something to eat Virginia said she was tired, and that she wanted to wash her hair after riding in a convertible. Maude elected to stay with Virginia. The girls went to bed at about 2 a.m. on the fateful day of September 5. The Arbuckle group drove the 500 miles without incident, except that Arbuckle bet Sherman $600 at 3 to 1 the Yankees would win the pennant. ( They did. ) They checked into the St. Francis Hotel at about 11 p.m. They were given the 1219-20-21 suite, an expensive and choice set of rooms befitting a visiting celebrity. When Arbuckle came into his suite and the bellboys had left, he said, happily rubbing his hands, "Okay fellows, let's get the broads." In the night and day to follow, much booze would flow and many people would come and go in a boisterous, drunken party typical of this raucous, roaring era. This brawL however, was to end in tragedy. In attempting to reconstruct the famous party that led to Virginia Rappe's death, the author interrogated people involved in the Arbuckle case, read millions of words of testimony and interviewed experts in fields connected with the case. If there seem to be contradictions between the 26