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Virginia into the bedroom made a surprising impact on the guests. Although Maude was the only one to go to the bedroom door, there were many whispers and much conversation about the two. After all Arbuckle was a big star. Virginia was not quite as big, but she was well known. What they did was startling. In fact, had a lesser known couple walked into a bedroom so daringly, it would have caused some talk.
So, while the party progressed with fervor, no one had forgotten about the couple in the bedroom.
Virginia's first scream was blood-curdling. There was just one loud scream, no words, then silence. The partygoers laughed— some nervously, some drunkenly.
Maude took off one slipper, pounded on the door, and cried, "Let me in."
"Yeah, let her in," said Al sarcastically.
There was no response.
Then slowly, softly, a moan from the bedroom gained volume and momentum. It was no moan of passion, but of pain, of agony.
No sound came from Fatty Arbuckle.
Maude hit the door again with her slipper, screaming, "Arbuckle, come out of there. Let her alone. She's a good girl. Let her out."
There was no answer, but continued moaning.
It was almost 4 o'clock. A breeze was coming up, blowing the curtains.
Then Virginia gave out another piercing scream, and some made out the words, "He's killing me!" Others said her words were, "Don't kill me!"
Zey Prevon joined Maude and the two beat heavily on the door. There was no answer from inside the bedroom. The weird moans continued.
What was Arbuckle doing all this time? Surely he must have seen the young girl was mortally hurt, yet he made no effort to get help for her. Was he drunk? Sadistic? Frightened?
The reaction of the party-goers was varied. Some slunk out, probably not wanting to be mixed up in
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