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It was Friday, February 8th.
It was raining in Los Angeles.
We were working the night watch out of juvenile detail.
My partner's Frank Smith.
The boss is Captain Powers.
My name's Friday.
I was on my way back from juvenile hall and it was 746 p.m. when I got to 1335 Georgia
Street.
The office.
Joe?
Yeah, Irene?
You talked to Captain Powers?
Yeah.
The way it looks, Frank's gonna be tied up in court for a couple of days.
It's going kind of hard.
Gang war, isn't it?
Yeah.
Seems like everybody in town's climbed on this one.
Really making a big thing out of it.
Uh-huh.
A fellow skipper said I was supposed to give you a hand on anything that might come up.
Then you just made it.
A woman in the next office, you better talk to her.
What's it about?
It'll be better if you got it straight from her.
What is she, a crank?
I don't think so.
See what you can figure.
All right.
Mrs. Eggers?
Yes, Miss Gardner.
You ready to do something about this?
Yes, ma'am.
I'd like you to meet Sergeant Friday.
Joe, this is Mrs. Eggers.
Now, how'd you do?
Mrs. Eggers?
If you'd give him the story the way you told it to me.
You bet I will.
Sit down, young man.
I'll tell you all about it.
All right.
Get your book out.
How big a pardon?
Your book.
You're gonna take some notations, aren't you?
Well, if you'll just tell us what this is all about.
Yeah.
Well, I don't want you to get the idea that I'm the nosy type.
I'm not.
It's just that I take an interest in the things that go on around me.
Civil-minded is the way they put it in the papers.
Of course, there are people who say that I pay too much mind to their business, but it
isn't true.
Not a bit of it.
If you'd tell the sergeant what happened.
Oh, yeah.
Well, these people moved into the house about six months ago, the five of them.
Yes, ma'am.
Stevie, Pamela, Carol, Martin, and the mother, Rowena.
Four kids and the mother.
All right.
Would you like to go on?
Well, now, right off, I could spot this woman.
I've seen a lot of them.
How do you mean that, Mrs. Eggers?
You can make it crystal if it's any easier.
Yes, ma'am.
What did you mean?
That you've seen a lot of them?
Alkies, you know, drunks.
Mm-hmm.
Well, she's one.
I could spot it right off.
Her and those four beautiful children.
Yeah.
Well, the first few months they lived there, I'd maybe see her a couple times a week, you
know, going in the house or coming out.
Just a couple times a week.
Oh, I see.
Last week, 10 days, I hadn't seen her at all.
Not even a little sight.
Mm-hmm.
So right off, I figured that something was wrong.
That's the way it looks to me.
All right.
Thank you, Mrs. Eggers.
I wanted to see a town involvement, your mother, is busy in court, and she'll be there the
next day.
Put it around her Caboodle styling.
Want the table dressed her like that?
No, can't fit right away.
Oh, that's what I wanted this policewoman to do.
I told her I'd go right along with you.
Well, that won't be necessary.
Now listen, young man, if there's anything wrong with them kids, I want to know about
it.
I want to do my part.
The whole neighborhood's talking.
Is that right?
Sure.
Little Stevey's been to all the houses looking for something to do, asking for work.
Let's just do that.
We'll see what I say is true.
Thank you, Mrs. Eggers.
Don't go thanking me.
Just trying to be civil-minded, that's all.
Mm-hmm.
Just seems that there isn't anybody
who cares about those kids.
Well, that's not true, Mrs. Eggers.
What?
We do.
814 PM.
Policewoman Irene Gardner and I left the office
and drove over to the address the Eggers woman had given us.
The house was a small, one-story clabbered building
located on the rear of the lot.
The front yard was overgrown with weeds
and there were neighborhood advertising papers lying around.
When we arrived, there was a faint light
on in one of the front rooms.
Irene and I went up to the front door and we knocked.
We got no answer.
I tried the door, but we found it locked.
There was no sound from inside the place.
The shades were drawn over the window
so that it was impossible for us to see into the house.
We walked around to the rear and tried the back door.
Locked.
Yeah.
Doesn't look like there's anybody home.
Mm-hmm.
Let's talk to that Eggers woman again, huh?
All right.
Doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?
From the story she gave us, the kid should be at home.
She might be seeing things, Joe.
You know, trying to figure out some way to get attention.
Yeah, it might be.
Didn't seem like that to me, though.
Joe?
What?
What do you got there?
Front window.
There, you see it?
Yeah.
There's somebody in there.
Come on, let's go.
Try it again.
Yeah.
Not answering.
Come on, open up in there.
We know you're in there.
Come on.
Open the door.
What do you want?
Police officers, let us in.
There's nothing wrong.
Go away.
No, we can't do that.
Now come on, open up.
Who are you going to arrest?
Nobody, we just want to talk to you.
You sure that's all?
That's right.
OK, just a minute.
What do you want?
You Pamela Telford?
I haven't done anything wrong.
Well, we didn't say you did.
Then what are you doing around here?
What are you looking for?
Your mother in?
What?
Is your mother home?
Well, yeah, she's here.
Well, we'd like to see her if it's all right.
You can't.
You can't see her.
Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to.
She's lying down asleep.
That's why you can't talk to her.
Well, what's the matter, little girl?
Nothing.
Why do you have something like that?
Don't you think you better let us in?
We're going to have to talk to your mother.
But she's asleep.
She's tired.
You can't talk to her.
You can't.
Now come on.
You want to go and wake her up?
There's some things we've got to talk to her about.
I wonder if we could come in.
It's kind of wet out here.
Hmm?
How about it?
Then you can get your mother and we can have our talk, huh?
I guess you can come in.
I guess it's all right.
Come on in, Joe.
Yeah.
The front room was about 12 feet square.
The only light in the room came from a candle
and a jelly glass on a table.
The only furniture in the place was
the table that held the candle and a torn artificial leather
and chrome couch.
The floor was covered with paper,
rain-soaked cardboard boxes, and dirty clothes.
At a half a dozen different places,
drops of dirty water were seeping through the roof.
The water was being caught in empty tin cans that had been
placed around the room.
To the left was a door to a bedroom.
In it, in a wooden crib, were two children.
From the descriptions we'd gotten from the Yeager's woman,
we recognized him as Martin Telford, age four,
and his sister Carol, age two.
As soon as the children saw Irene and me,
they hid their heads under the dirty blanket
that covered the crib.
There was nothing else in the room
except a dirty mattress lying on the floor in one corner.
From the appearance of the bedding,
it hadn't been laundered or changed in at least three weeks.
On the other side of the house, a small kitchen
was piled high with dirty dishes, pieces of rotting food
and empty tin cans.
The plumbing in the house had apparently been out
of order for several weeks.
While Irene and I looked over the house,
the girl who'd met us at the door, Pamela Telford,
followed us.
When we got back to the front room, she started to cry.
Oh, do you want to tell us where she is?
Come on, Pamela.
It's not as bad as all that, is it?
Here, here's a handkerchief.
Here you are.
Now where's your mother?
She's out looking for a job.
It's kind of late for that, isn't it?
I don't know.
That's what she's doing, though.
Out looking for a job.
Well, now why'd you tell us that she was here tonight?
Because I didn't know what you wanted.
I thought you were trying to arrest her.
Well, why'd you think that?
Because that's what she said.
Your mother said that?
Yes.
She told us that policemen arrested people.
She told us about it.
How you did it once to her.
Your mother's been arrested?
Yes.
Do you know why?
Because she was.
But what for, do you know?
She got sick.
She got sick and they put her in jail.
That's why I told you she was asleep.
I thought that you'd go away and leave us alone.
It's sure cold in here.
Yeah.
Do you have any heat in the house, Pamela?
There's a heater in the bedroom.
I'll turn it on.
It doesn't work.
What?
The heater doesn't work.
Marty was playing one day and he broke the little rods in it.
It doesn't work anymore.
Well, we should be able to get some heat out of it.
No, you won't.
There isn't any gas.
They turned it off.
Mm-hmm.
Well, I think maybe you youngsters better come downtown
with us, don't you think?
Why?
Well, it'll be warm down there, a lot more comfortable for you.
We can't go.
We've got to wait here.
That's all right, Pamela.
We'll leave word for your mother where you are.
Maybe that's your mother now, huh?
No, it's Steve.
Who are you?
He's a policeman.
What do you want?
There's nothing wrong here.
There's nothing for you to come buttin' in for.
We want to see your mother, son.
She hasn't done anything.
Why don't you cops leave her alone?
All the time you're after, never leave her alone.
You're kind of rough for a little guy, aren't you?
That's none of your business.
I know my rights.
I know I'm good.
Well, look here, son.
We're going to take you downtown, give you a good meal,
just until we can talk to your mother.
That's all.
Then you're going to bring us back?
Well, we'll see.
How about Marty and Carol?
You taking them, too?
Yeah.
Going to give them something to eat?
Yes, that's right.
OK, we'll go with you.
Just for the night, though.
That's all, just for the night.
You understand?
Yeah.
One another thing.
Yes, what's that?
We're paying our own way.
I've got money.
Anything you give us, we're going to pay for.
Well, you won't have to do that, son.
Well, I'm going to.
We don't need charity.
We're getting along all right.
Everybody has a little luck now and then.
Everybody.
Mom tries.
She really does.
She's been looking for a job for a long time.
Uh-huh.
All right, Steve, you want to help
get the others ready to leave?
I'm not sure we can go.
Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to, son.
All right, but just for the night.
The only reason is that I want Marty and Carol and Pamela
to have something hot to eat.
There's something wrong with the stove,
so we can't cook on it.
That's the only reason we're going,
just because there's something wrong with the stove.
The gas has turned on.
No, it isn't.
It just don't work.
But whatever we eat, whatever we get, we're going to pay for.
I've got the money.
Well, I told you once before, that won't be necessary.
It is, too.
We're not taking any charity.
We've never taken any.
We're not going to start now either.
Anything that's done for us is going to be paid for.
Yeah, I guess that's right, Steve.
Huh?
It'll be paid for.
8 56 PM.
Men from the crime lab arrived and photographed
the entire house.
The pictures were held for evidence.
A search of the house showed that there was no food
for the children.
In a cardboard box in the bedroom under a pile of toilet
articles, we found a photograph of a man and a woman taken
at what appeared to be a beach photographers.
Irene and I checked through the rest of the house,
but we found nothing that would indicate
where the mother of the four Telford children had gone.
The youngsters were taken to juvenile hall, bathed,
given clean clothes, and fed.
At first, Steve Telford refused to eat anything
until he was assured that his two sisters and his brother
were being given the same kind of food.
After the boy had finished eating,
Irene and I talked to him.
His previous uncooperative attitude had changed,
and he seemed anxious to help us find his mother.
This is the longest she's ever been gone.
I began to think there might be something wrong.
Well, when did you see her last, Steve?
This is Friday, isn't it?
Yes, February 8.
Uh-huh.
It was last Tuesday then.
You mean this week, son?
No, a week ago.
A week ago Tuesday.
Well, what did she say when she left?
Just like always.
She said she wasn't feeling very good,
and she was going out and trying to look for work.
What kind of work does she do?
She's a waitress, a good one too.
Mm-hmm.
That's a trouble, I guess.
She's so good.
What do you mean?
Well, there are only a couple of places
that Mom says are any good.
Well, you know where she went to work.
I don't believe I understand what you mean, Steve.
Well, Mom always said that she wasn't just a hash slinger.
That's what she called her.
Oh, I see.
She said that she was a waitress,
and she couldn't go to work just any place.
Mm-hmm.
Where'd she work last?
A big place out in Beverly Hills.
I forgot the name right now.
But when she got the job before she went to work,
Mom took us out there.
We didn't go right in, but we stood in front and looked at it.
Big place, real nice.
You know, all kind of grass in front.
You could see the people inside having a good time.
We didn't go in, but we could see it good.
How long did your mother work there?
Well, she had some trouble, and she had to quit.
What do you mean trouble?
She got sick, and the man who was her boss got mad at her.
And I guess he said a lot of things that Mom didn't like.
So Mom told him that he couldn't talk to her like that,
and then she quit.
Your mother ever tell you what was wrong with her?
Steve?
No, she didn't.
Did she see a doctor about it?
You might as well know it.
You're going to find out anyway.
What's that, son?
Well, Mom drank a lot.
Sometimes she'd drink too much, and then she'd get sick.
That's what was wrong.
Mm-hmm.
Where's your father, Steve?
He died before Carol was born, right before.
I want you to take a look at a picture for us, will you?
Look at it and tell us if you know who the man in it is.
All right.
There you are.
That's Mom.
You know who the man is?
No.
I don't think I ever saw him before.
Does your mother have any men friends?
No, I don't think so.
At least she never told me about him.
She always said that the kids were enough for her,
that we were all that mattered.
She used to say that when she got a steady job,
we were all going to live good.
She used to tell us how one day the phone would ring
and all our troubles would be over, just like that.
One day we've had a little trouble,
and the next, everything was going to be all right.
Mm-hmm.
She really believed it, too.
Just all of a sudden, the phone was going to ring
and all our troubles would be over.
Mm-hmm.
I didn't know how to tell her.
Tell her what, son?
That they turned the phone off.
["The
We had the name Rowena Telford checked through R&I.
We found that the boy's story was true.
The woman had been arrested once on a charge of 4127A LAMC,
being drunk in a public place.
Irene put in a call to the waitress' union
and asked them to check to see if the woman was working
any place in town.
They came back with the information
that the last job she'd held had been six months before
and that she'd been fired for insubordination
and for being drunk.
We showed the picture of the man and woman
that we'd found at the Telford home around the department
in the hopes that one of the officers
might recognize the place where it was taken.
None of them did.
The next morning, we had several copies made
and we began a search of the bars along Fifth Street.
We asked each bartender if he'd ever
seen the man or the woman.
In the first four places we checked,
we got yes answers to the query about the woman,
but none of the people we talked to
could tell us anything about the man in the picture.
Two more days passed without results.
In the meantime, a warrant had been issued
ordering the arrest of Rowena Telford
charging her with child neglect.
A local and an APB were gotten out on her.
On the third day after we'd started our search
for the missing woman, we talked with a bartender
who was able to give us the name of the man in the picture.
He described the man as a fry cook
in one of the smaller restaurants down on Fifth Street.
We checked the restaurant, but we found
that he'd been fired on Monday, the 28th of January.
A check of his home address gave us no indications
to where he might be.
Irene and I went back to the office
and checked the name through RNI.
Joe?
Yeah.
Did she come up with anything?
Checked the name, he's registered as an ex-convict.
Where'd he fall?
Back in Pennsylvania, did time for ADW.
Well, we better talk to him, huh?
Right now he looks awful good.
Why do you say that?
Because he was arrested for it.
Yeah.
He tried to beat a woman to death.
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An immediate search was started for the man
in the picture with Rowena Telford.
From friends of his, we found that we might be able
to locate him at a hamburger stand down at Santa Monica.
Tuesday, February 12th, policewoman Irene Gardner
and I drove down to the beach.
Should be it up there, huh?
Yeah.
Go ahead.
Thank you.
Here we go.
There's one in here.
Yeah.
Ready to see Willis Thatcher?
What for?
Police officer, you're Thatcher, aren't you?
Yeah, what do you want with me?
A couple of questions I'd like to ask you.
Sure, I ain't got nothing to hide.
No reason to give you any trouble, what do you want to know?
You know a woman named Rowena Telford?
Why do you ask that?
It's a simple question, Thatcher.
Can you give us the right kind of an answer?
How about it?
Yeah, I know her, why?
What's she done now?
When did you see her last?
I don't know, a couple of weeks ago.
Narrow that down, will you?
Why?
Listen, anything she did, I had no part of.
We understand you were pretty friendly with her.
That's not true.
Sure, maybe I had a couple of dates with her.
Not more than a couple, that's it.
And anybody in the world could put up with her
for more than that.
Why do you say a thing like that?
You ever know her?
No, we're looking for her.
You?
No, I've never met her.
That's how come you can ask that kind of question.
And if you knew her, if you spent any time with her,
you had to know what I mean.
Well, suppose you tell us.
She's a lush, a real lush, all the time bosin' it up.
Wasn't so bad that she got loaded,
but she was real loud when she was tanked up, real loud.
Is that right?
Sure, check around.
Ask her friends, talk to them.
They'll all tell you the same story, every one of them.
First off, she'd have a couple of drinks.
Next thing you know, any fellow with her
be trying to get out of a place without getting
his head knocked off.
She was always starting trouble.
Sit down, order a drink.
The next thing you know, some guy was asking you outside.
Well, I ain't built to go outside too often.
I get hurt bad when I fight.
Don't you have any other boyfriends?
You don't listen very good, do you?
What's that?
I told you, didn't anybody around here
had much to do with it.
And as far as I know, there was nobody who went with it.
How'd she seem the last time you saw her?
All right, she had a little hangover.
She always had one of those.
Seemed depressed about anything?
Not that she talked about.
Mm-hmm.
Did she say anything about leaving town?
Not to me.
Listen, how about giving me a break
and telling me what this is all about?
What do you have to rowena for?
These fights you told us about, do you ever have
any arguments with Miss Telford?
I don't think that's any of your business.
We're writing it down that it is,
now how about an answer?
Well, we had a couple of beefs.
I told you, you couldn't go around with her
and not have a little trouble.
Did you ever hit her?
We're back to that, huh?
What do you mean?
You know the record, the time I did.
You figure maybe I did something to her, Rowena,
isn't that it?
You think I hurt her?
We're asking you.
Well, you're way off the road.
I ain't going to try to con you.
Sure, maybe I had a lot of reasons to want to belt her.
I used to think a lot of Rowena.
Awful lot.
But that's all over.
All I want her to do is to leave me alone,
stay away from me.
I didn't ever hit her.
I didn't hurt her, no matter what you think.
All right.
You've got to believe it.
I guess it sounds funny.
Ain't trying to fool anybody.
I'm ready to admit it.
I'm a bum.
She didn't have to keep telling me, not all the time.
I know it.
Nobody likes to be called a bum, even if you know it's true.
["The New York Times"]
1 47 PM.
We drove the suspect over to his rooming house
and we checked the premises.
We found nothing that would definitely tie him in
with the disappearance of the Telford woman.
After leaving his room, we took him downtown
where he was held for further investigation
on the charge of suspicion of murder.
We checked communications, but we
found that there had been no word on the missing woman.
Her name and description had been
checked through the files and missing persons
bureau without results.
3 40 PM.
Frank came by the office and said
that the trial he was attending was dragging on
and there would be a couple more days before he'd
be back on duty with me.
A petition was filed on behalf of the children charging
violation of section 273 APC, unfit home,
asking that they be made wards of the juvenile court.
Policewoman Irene Gardner put in a call
to the next door neighbor of the Telford woman,
but we found that there had been no trace of the missing woman
since we'd removed the children.
5 12 PM.
We finished up the log for the day
and we were leaving the office.
I got it.
Juvenile Friday.
Yeah, that's right.
Yeah, what's that address?
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, sir, we'll be right there.
Right, thank you.
What do you got?
Bar over on East 6th.
Yeah?
Rowena Telford just walked in.
The bar tender was one of those that we'd questioned when we
first started our investigation.
At the time, he knew the Telford woman,
but he said that he hadn't seen her for several weeks.
On the phone, he told me that she just walked into his bar.
Irene Gardner and I left the office
and drove over to the East 6th Street address,
but the woman had just left.
We had her description and a description
of the clothes she was wearing.
We put that out to all cars in the area,
but she was not picked up.
Irene Gardner and I went back to the office
and we put out a supplementary bulletin on the woman.
At 8 14 PM, we got a call from the woman who'd
made the original complaint, Mrs. Crystal Eggers.
She told us that the Telford woman had just
walked into her own home.
Irene and I left the office and we drove out
to the house on Vallejo Street.
Light on, she must still be home.
Yeah.
Who is it?
Police officers.
We'd like to talk to you.
Just a minute.
It's about time you got here.
You got them yet?
I beg your pardon?
You got the little brats?
They all run off, all of them.
Get my hands on them and they're going to get what for.
Where are they?
We have them downtown, Miss Telford.
Why don't you bring them home?
This is where they belong.
I get my hands on them.
Oh, what I'm going to give that little Steve.
You mind if we come in?
No, come right ahead.
You know, I can't excuse the way your house looks.
I've been away for a couple of days.
You can see how the kids can mess around.
I'm Sergeant Friday, this is Miss Gardner.
Oh, how you do?
Would you like some?
No, that's all right.
How come you didn't bring them back?
They're being held in juvenile hall, Miss Telford.
For what?
Well, when we found them, they were suffering
from malnutrition in this place here.
It's not fit for youngsters.
Oh, so you just took them out and put them in a home.
Is that the way it is?
Yes, ma'am, that's the way it is.
Well, you've got your nerve.
You really have.
What?
You coming in here and bringing them home.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
We have a warrant for your arrest.
Me?
Yes, ma'am.
Now, you listen to me, cop.
You've got no right to come in here and break up my home.
I know all about you, cops, all about you,
pussyfooting around trying to make
everybody think you're so good.
I know you for what you are, and I'll tell you this.
Yes, ma'am, what's that?
You better get those kids back here fast, do you hear me?
You get them back here fast, you hear me?
Fast, do you hear me? You get them back here fast.
Because if you don't, I'm going to sue you and her
and the city for every dime it's got.
I'll take this to any court in the country I have to,
but I'm going to get my kids back.
You ain't half as good as you think you are.
You want it plain, real plain so you can understand it.
You stink, that's what.
All of you stink.
All right, ma'am, I think that's enough of that.
Where have you been for the last two weeks?
The most terrible thing that ever happened to me, to anybody.
He told me, he loved me, and said he was going to get married.
I thought it would be nice for the kids.
That's what I thought, for the kids.
He was going to drive down to Mexico and get married.
It was all nice.
Everything was going nice.
He gave Stevie a couple of dollars and told him to take care of things.
Then we left and drove all the way to San Diego without stopping.
Then we had some lunch on the way to get married.
We had a couple of drinks just to make the food taste better, that's all.
Then all of a sudden I got sick again.
He walked out on me, left me right there in the bar all by myself.
All the promises he made to me, all the things he was going to have,
all of it, just a lot of lies.
Soon as I get a little sick, he just had a couple of drinks.
He walked out on me, left me right there all by myself, you know.
All by myself.
I didn't have no money, no way to get back.
What was I going to do?
I believed him.
I really thought he was going to marry me.
I believed all he said, how things were going to be better.
I believed it all.
The dirtiest trick I ever heard of, walking out on a girl like that.
A dirty trick.
I got one to beat it.
The one you pulled on your children.
The story you've just heard is true.
The names were changed to protect the innocent.
On June 4th, trial was held in Department 97, Superior Court of the State of California,
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In a moment, the results of that trial.
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Rowena Esther Telford was tried and convicted of violation of Section 273 APC,
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The four Telford children were made wards of the juvenile court and were placed in foster homes.
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Heard tonight were June Whitley, Sammy Og, Virginia Gregg.
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