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<channel><title><![CDATA[Crime Tour of San Francisco, San Francisco tourists - Crime of the Week]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week]]></link><description><![CDATA[Crime of the Week]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 22:56:51 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Crime if the month]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/the-corpse-with-small-feet]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/the-corpse-with-small-feet#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2019 18:38:16 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/the-corpse-with-small-feet</guid><description><![CDATA[&#8203;The Little Frog catcher&nbsp; (cont.)By her teenage years Jeanne&nbsp; &ldquo;cursed the day she was born a female and not a male&rdquo; and altered her sexual orientation, which shifts the pronouns in the rest of this story to male. He cut his hair short, wore men&rsquo;s clothes and became the leader of gang of young criminals.&nbsp; His gang was quickly caught and Jeanne was sent to a reformatory, called&nbsp;The Industrial School, located at what is now the City College&rsquo;s main c [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><br /><font size="4">&#8203;<a href="https://7679723-981413505408255919.preview.editmysite.com/editor/main.php#">The Little Frog catcher</a>&nbsp; (cont.)</font><br /><span>By her teenage years Jeanne&nbsp; &ldquo;cursed the day she was born a female and not a male&rdquo; and altered her sexual orientation, which shifts the pronouns in the rest of this story to male. He cut his hair short, wore men&rsquo;s clothes and became the leader of gang of young criminals.&nbsp; His gang was quickly caught and Jeanne was sent to a reformatory, called&nbsp;</span><em>The Industrial School</em><span>, located at what is now the City College&rsquo;s main campus. Although Bonnet was put in the girl&rsquo;s side of the school, Jeanne often went into the boys dormitory and attacked the largest boy to prove his dominance.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span>Upon his release Jeanne chose an unusual but profitable trade, frog catching.&nbsp; In the 1850s the French were the largest minority group in San Francisco, with over 30,000 people.&nbsp; Known as &ldquo;the Paris of the West,&rdquo; San Francisco claimed more French restaurants than any other city in the world besides Paris. And what is a French restaurant without&nbsp;</span><em>Cuisses de Grenouilles&nbsp;</em><span>(Frogs Legs)&nbsp;</span><em>?</em><span>&nbsp; Jeanne hunted the waters of Lake Merced &nbsp;luring long legged amphibiens to their tasty doom,</span><br /><span>pan fried, covered in clarified butter , lemon juice,&nbsp; and garlic .</span><br /><span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span>Jeanne&rsquo;s outfit violated the law, which said that people must dress in the clothing of their sex at birth and he was often arrested for wearing pants. Jeanne was also arrested for drinking and fighting, primarily with French pimps, his arch nemesis.&nbsp; Jeanne made it his business to rescue French prostitutes from their exploitive procurers and make them his own.&nbsp; He taught them a new trade, larceny, to replace their former source of income. The angry pimps threatened Jeanne, who carried a gun for protection.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span>On September 15th 1876 Jeanne was watching his latest rescue, Blanche Beunon, &nbsp;disrobe. They were in a bedroom in McNamara's Hotel, located at what is now Sickles St and San Jose Avenue, then a sleepy outpost located at the edge of the city.&nbsp; As Blanche bent over to take off her stockings a shotgun blast came through the window. &ldquo; I am shot Blanche&rdquo; gasped Jeanne Bonnet,&rdquo; the end has come, I go to meet my sister,&rdquo; Then she died. The assassin escaped, unseen.&nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span>It was a challenging case with many questions.&nbsp; Was it Blanche or was it Jeanne who was the killer&rsquo;s target?&nbsp; Blanche&rsquo;s pimp, Arthur Deneve had threatened both women after Blanche had left him for Jeanne. After these threats Jeanne arranged for Blanche to stay with a Frenchman named Pierre Louis and his wife Caroline at a farm near McNamara&rsquo;s Hotel. But police learned that Arthur had left for France days before the shooting. With the leading suspect cleared, the case went nowhere.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span>Suddenly the police got a break. Captain of Detectives Isaiah Lees learned that a Pacific Street saloonkeeper knew the identity of the killer. Under pressure the bartender said that Pierre Louis, the man who had given Blanche shelter, was the killer.&nbsp; He claimed that Arthur Deneve had offered Louis $2,000 to kill Blanche as an example to the other girls, but when Blanche bent down to take off her stockings the shots went over her head and killed Jeanne. Lees and his detectives hastened to Pierre&rsquo;s farm but he and his wife Caroline had disappeared.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span>Later, another conspirator emerged. Blanche had another lover, a prosperous Italian merchant.&nbsp; He knew of her background but showered her with gifts and offered his hand in marriage if she remained faithful only to him.</span><br /><span>When the merchant learned that she had taken up with Jeanne Bonnet he was furious.&nbsp; It was he who paid Pierre Louis to kill Blanche.&nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span>There was a third theory, that Pierre&rsquo; target was in fact Jeanne Bonnet and that he was paid by the French Pimps, who threw a big party in Alameda to celebrate after Jeanne&rsquo;s death.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span>In late 1879 Captain Lees received a letter from Pierre &rsquo;s wife Carolyn in Canada.&nbsp; She confirmed that Pierre was the murderer and revealed his address, saying she was afraid he was going to kill her.&nbsp; Lees rushed up to Canada but found that Pierre had hung himself the day before.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span>So in the end, the crime remained officially unsolved, Blanche went back to her Italian merchant and the frogs relaxed again in Lake Merced.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span>&#8203;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The  baby bandits]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/the-baby-bandits]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/the-baby-bandits#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 29 Oct 2018 17:16:14 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/the-baby-bandits</guid><description><![CDATA[ &nbsp;&ldquo;Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse,&rdquo; is a maxim rarely quoted by high&nbsp;school commencement speakers.&nbsp;But some, who attended Preston, a different kind oflearning institution took this adage seriously, with fatal results.&nbsp;On November 23rd two young bandits, about 18 years old, robbed three bars in the&nbsp;early hours of the morning. One of the robbers was stocky, the other average size. Two&nbsp;days later two places in&nbsp;North Beach were robbed [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style='display: table;width:319px;position:relative;float:left;max-width:100%;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="https://www.crookstour.com/uploads/7/6/7/9/7679723/published/daly-crone-and-pla.png?1540833753" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px; max-width:100%" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder wsite-image" /></a><span style="display: table-caption; caption-side: bottom; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;" class="wsite-caption"></span></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:justify;display:block;"><span><strong>&nbsp;&ldquo;<font size="4">Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse,&rdquo;</font></strong> is a maxim rarely quoted by high&nbsp;school commencement speakers.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;But some, who attended Preston, a different kind of</span><br /><span>learning institution took this adage seriously, with fatal results.&nbsp;</span><span>On November 23rd two young bandits, about 18 years old, robbed three bars in the&nbsp;early hours of the morning. One of the robbers w</span><br /><span>as stocky, the other average size. Two&nbsp;days later two places in&nbsp;</span><span>North Beach were robbed, this time by the same robbers with a</span><br /><span>third man acting as their leader. Their young age caused the newspapers to call them</span><br /><span>the &ldquo;Baby Bandits.&rdquo; But their actions showed sophistication and planning. They would</span><br /><span>steal a car from a garage, use the car in holdups and then abandon it the same night.</span><br /><span>In their second crime spree, the holdup men used sawed off shotguns stolen from a</span><br /><span>hardware store on Mason Street in North Beach. Police assumed that the gang was</span><br /><span>from this neighborhood and circulated photographs of criminals from this area but none</span><br /><span>of the victims recognized the photos. Police Captain Dullea was still convinced there</span><br /><span>was a connection, so he called in John Dooling, the North Beach beat cop, and asked</span><br /><span>him to canvas the neighborhood.</span><br /><span>For the next three days nothing happened. Then, on Thanksgiving, November 26th,,</span><br /><span>Mike&rsquo;s Saloon on 14th Street was robbed. Dan O&rsquo;Connell, a customer, was shotgun in</span><br /><span>the stomach when he moved too slowly. Later that evening O&rsquo;Connell died. The &ldquo;Baby</span><br /><span>Bandits&rdquo; had graduated to murder.</span><br /><span>The next day Officer Dooling came in with his first lead. Frank Crone, a recent graduate</span><br /><span>of The Preston School of Industry, was not working, yet he had been seen sporting a</span><br /><span>fancy new wardrobe. Preston, a legendary reform school, opened in 1894, and counted</span><br /><span>such notables as rapist and writer Carryl Chessman, serial killer Gerald Gallegos, Beat</span><br /><span>Generation icon Neal Cassidy, and musician Merle Haggard among its graduates.</span><br /><span>Further digging revealed that Crone had been hanging out with Ernest Pla and William</span><br /><span>Daly, two other recent Preston School graduates. Photographs of the three men were</span><br /><span>positively identified by the victims of the gang&rsquo;s latest holdups.</span><br /><br /><span>Preston was considered the rookie league of crime. Just as minor league baseball</span><br /><span>players in the 1930s dreamed of being Lou Gehrig, young criminals dreamed of being</span><br /><span>John Dillinger. Though he was a hardcore bank robber and a killer, John Dillinger was a</span><br /><span>folk hero to many whose homes had been foreclosed on by the banks.</span><br /><span>Police, assuming that the bandits had left town had put an all points bulletin for the state</span><br /><span>of California. &ldquo;Use every precaution in apprehending these men. They are dangerous</span><br /><span>killers.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>The bandits split up. Ernest Pla hid out with relatives in Merced.</span><br /><span>Crone and Daly kidnapped a young couple and forced them to drive to Sacramento,</span><br /><span>where they let them go. Crone and Daly drove onto Merced, apparently to hook up with</span><br /><span>Pla. Hungry after their long ride they stopped to eat at the Square Deal Caf&eacute;. There they</span><br /><span>were observed by a young friend of Pla&rsquo;s who hurried to notify Merced Police Chief Fred</span><br /><span>Zunker.. Zunker and police officer James Turner questioned Crone who gave them an</span><br /><span>International Seaman&rsquo;s Union card. When Daly was questioned, he pulled out a gun</span><br /><span>and ran. Turner fired a warning shot and then squeezed off two shots at Daly, who was</span><br /><span>hit but kept on running.</span><br /><span>Crone, who was unarmed, lunged at Chief Zunker, who pulled his gun out. &ldquo; I could</span><br /><span>haven&amp;#39;t killed him,&rdquo; Zunker later said, &ldquo;but I don&amp;#39;t shoot kids.&rdquo; Instead, Zunker clubbed</span><br /><span>Crone over the head with the barrel of the gun. Turner returned to the cafe to find Chief</span><br /><span>Zunker in a life and death struggle with Crone. Turner clubbed Crone over the head</span><br /><span>with his nightstick, knocking him unconscious.</span><br /><span>Other police followed the trail of Daly&rsquo;s blood from for four blocks until they reached the</span><br /><span>First baptist Church. Then they heard a shot. Crawling under the church they found</span><br /><span>Daly dead of a self inflicted bullet wound.</span><br /><span>At about the same time, Ernest Pla, convinced by his mother, surrendered peacefully to</span><br /><span>police. Pla and Crone were reunited in the Merced jail and shared the same cell.</span><br /><span>Crone awoke in jail on his birthday. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m twenty one. I suppose I&rsquo;ll get the rope before I&rsquo;m</span><br /><span>twenty two,&rdquo; he said. Crone described Daly as the leader of the gang and said their</span><br /><span>ambition was to be as famous as John Dillinger.</span><br /><br /><span>Both Pla and Crone blamed Daly for the murder of O&rsquo;Connell. But O&rsquo;Connell&rsquo;s dying</span><br /><span>statement described Crone as his killer. Later that night Crone made his prediction</span><br /><span>come true by hanging himself with Pla&rsquo;s suspenders. &ldquo;That dirty bastard. Now he&rsquo;s left</span><br /><span>me hiding the bag alone,&rdquo; Pla complained bitterly &ldquo;and I&rsquo;ve got no suspenders to wear to</span><br /><span>court.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>Ernest Pla pled guilty to murder in 1937 and was sentenced to life imprisonment. He was&nbsp; paroled in 1949 and died in 1984.</span></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The peephole murder]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/july-10th-2018]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/july-10th-2018#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2018 13:57:48 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/july-10th-2018</guid><description><![CDATA[&#8203;&ldquo;There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands&rsquo; necks.&rdquo;&mdash; Raymond Chandler, &ldquo;Red Wind&rdquo;There must have been a Santa Ana wind blowing in San Francisco on Oct. 1, 1951, when the body  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph">&#8203;<em>&ldquo;There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands&rsquo; necks.&rdquo;</em><br /><em>&mdash; Raymond Chandler, &ldquo;Red Wind&rdquo;</em><br />There must have been a Santa Ana wind blowing in San Francisco on Oct. 1, 1951, when the body of Allen B. Friedman, president of Atlas Paper Company, was found in the front hallway of his house at 597 17th Ave.<br />&nbsp;<br />At first, police thought it was natural causes. Friedman was lying peacefully near the front door, and there was no sign of violence or disturbance in the house. It wasn&rsquo;t until the pathologist found that Friedman had been shot through the eye with a .22 rifle that police took a closer look.<br />&nbsp;<br />Detectives found the means and motive for the crime in the bullet hole in the door peephole and in the stories in Friedman&rsquo;s diary. Friedman had written about an affair between his estranged wife, Blanche, and a man named Elbert &ldquo;Ray&rdquo; Belote, and his fear that they were trying to kill him. On a pad next to the phone, Friedman had written, &ldquo;Belote called 9:42 p.m. Saturday.&rdquo;&nbsp; Friedman was killed shortly after that time.<br />&nbsp;<br />Police went to Guerneville, where Friedman owned a cabin, and found Blanche floating in an alcoholic haze.&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know anyone who might have killed Allen,&rdquo; Blanche said, &ldquo;but I don&rsquo;t know anyone who wouldn&rsquo;t enjoy killing him.&rdquo;<br />Police later found Belote hiding under the bed and questioned him. Belote admitted he had a .22 rifle. He said he was using it to go deer hunting, even though it wasn&rsquo;t deer-hunting season.<br />&nbsp;<br />Where was his rifle? It was stolen when he stopped at the Willow Brook Inn for a drink, Belote explained. His alibi? Belote was up in Guerneville, 76 miles north of San Francisco, all weekend and wouldn&rsquo;t have had the time to go to San Francisco, shoot Friedman and return.<br />Arthur Dias, who was at the Willow Brook Inn, told police a different story. The night of the murder, Belote told Dias that he was on his way back from San Francisco to Guerneville. Belote also wrote his name on a piece of paper and gave it to Dias, who showed it to police. With his alibi completely demolished, Belote confessed.<br />&ldquo;I killed him because I loved his wife,&rdquo; he admitted to police before leading them to the missing rifle.<br /></div>    <div class="paragraph">&#8203;There was more than one logical explanations for Belote and Blanche Friedman&rsquo;s illogical behavior on the weekend of the murder &mdash; there were 80 of them. That&rsquo;s how many glasses of whiskey the couple consumed between the night of Sept. 28 and the morning of Oct. 1.<br />&ldquo;It takes about a fifth to get me started,&rdquo; explained Belote, &ldquo;but I am not a drunkard.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />A TALE OF TWO ALLENS<br />Was Allen Friedman a raving alcoholic who brutalized his wife? Was he an invalid, terrified of Blanche and Belote&rsquo;s plotting?<br />&ldquo;For the last three-and-a-half years, my husband was alcoholically insane,&rdquo; insisted Blanche. &ldquo;He drank steadily, a quart or more a day.&rdquo;<br />Lilian Cherney, Friedman&rsquo;s sister, put the onus on Blanche.<br />&ldquo;She kept plying him with liquor, week after week, to get an inheritance. Then, she drugged him,&rdquo; Cherney said. &ldquo;As long as 15 months ago, Allen told me that he wanted a bodyguard. He told me that Belote and Blanche were out to get him.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />The coroner&rsquo;s jury&rsquo;s decision was that Belote killed Friedman and that Blanche conspired in her husband&rsquo;s killing. The police, however, did not have enough evidence to indict Blanche.<br />At the trial in March 1952, Belote changed his story and insisted the killing was done in self-defense. Belote said he was angry at the divorce settlement Friedman had offered Blanche.<br />&ldquo;He offered her $1,000 and the house in Guerneville. She said this was not enough,&rdquo; Belote testified.<br />Belote decided to come to San Francisco, see Friedman and get a better settlement for Blanche. Belote said he fired the gun only to frighten Friedman.<br />&ldquo;It never occurred to me I had hit him when I fired through the door,&rdquo; Belote testified. &ldquo;I knew he had other enemies, and no one liked him. I thought someone else might have shot him.&rdquo;<br />Needless to say, the jury convicted Belote of first-degree murder. He was sentenced to life imprisonment. Under California law, Blanche received $38,000, half of her husband&rsquo;s estate. She used $8,000 to pay for Belote&rsquo;s lawyer.<br />In 1965, after 13 years in San Quentin, Ray Belote was released on parole. He died in 1994 at the age of 89.<br />&nbsp;<br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Tale of Two Theories]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/a-tale-of-two-theories]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/a-tale-of-two-theories#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2018 21:14:08 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.crookstour.com/crime-of-the-week/a-tale-of-two-theories</guid><description><![CDATA[&#8203;It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, Issac was happy, Issac was miserable, Issac loved his wife, Issac hated his wife, Issac was murdered, Issac killed himself.&nbsp;Only this was certain;&nbsp;Issac was dead.&nbsp; On June 1st 1897, at 6:45 pm, a night watchman found Issac Hoffman, a partner in Hoffman, Rothschild, &amp; Co. lying on the floor of his office with three bullet wounds in his head.&nbsp;Another bullet hole was in the wall.         The autopsy report reported, [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph">&#8203;<em>It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, Issac was happy, Issac was miserable, Issac loved his wife, Issac hated his wife, Issac was murdered, Issac killed himself.</em><br />&nbsp;<br />Only this was certain;&nbsp;Issac was dead.&nbsp; On June 1st 1897, at 6:45 pm, a night watchman found Issac Hoffman, a partner in Hoffman, Rothschild, &amp; Co. lying on the floor of his office with three bullet wounds in his head.&nbsp;Another bullet hole was in the wall.<br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.crookstour.com/uploads/7/6/7/9/7679723/hoffman1_1_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph">The autopsy report reported, &nbsp;&ldquo;one bullet entered the skull at the top of the head, upon the left side.&nbsp; It split from contact with the bony structure part passing under the scalp, emerging from the cheek at a point half way between the eye and ear, producing the second wound.&nbsp; The remainder of the bullet passed straight down and tore through the skull, passing between sections of the brain.&nbsp; The second bullet entered the left cheek upon a line with the other two wounds.&rdquo;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />Circumstances pointed to Theodore Figel, Hoffman&rsquo;s bookkeeper.&nbsp; Figel was seen with Hoffman thirty minutes before his body was discovered, and it was Figel&rsquo;s gun that shot Hoffman. Police Chief Isaiah Lees, San Francisco&rsquo;s legendary detective, questioned Figel.<br />&nbsp;<br />Two days later, to everyone&rsquo;s surprise, Lees declared that Hoffman had committed suicide.&nbsp; But why? Hoffman&rsquo;s business was prosperous and he seemed to be in the best of spirits. &nbsp;The answer was a subject near and dear to 1950s comedians: his&nbsp;mother in-law.&nbsp; There was great discord in the Hoffman household. Hoffman&rsquo;s mother-in-law, was the widow of his former business partner. She felt cheated by&nbsp;the amount that Issac had paid her for her husband&rsquo;s share and was suing him. His wife sided with her mother and complained bitterly about her husband&rsquo;s stinginess. &nbsp;&nbsp;Letters Issac had taken from his wife suggested a tempestuous relationship between them.&nbsp; Just minutes before his death Hoffman told a friend, &rdquo;How can I be happy when I have such a mother-in-law?&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />At the inquest Mrs. Hoffman painted a different picture, that of a close knit family. &nbsp;The letters were a minor misunderstanding. Each night his family waited for his entering footsteps before starting dinner. Hoffman hated guns and never owned one.<br />&nbsp;The coroner testified against the suicide theory, pointing out that Hoffman had been shot three times on the left side of his head, even though he was right handed.<br />A number of doctors, and Isaiah Lees, still believed that suicide was a possibility. The police department was split between Lees&rsquo; suicide theory and his detectives who believed the death was murder.<br /><br />Soon troubling information about Figel came to light. Figel was a gambler and had lost thousands of dollars at the racetrack. There was also a discrepancy of over $10,000 in the Hoffman company books.&nbsp; But it wasn&rsquo;t an open and shut case. Figel had a number of alibi witnesses who placed him away from the office when the shooting occurred. And his father Joseph, a retired businessman spent his fortune on the legal defense of his son.<br />Figel was arraigned on embezzlement and murder charges.&nbsp; The murder case was tried first. At the trial Figel explained away the embezzlement by saying that Hoffman had given him the money to bet at the track. He also blamed the financial irregularities on his assistant. Figel produced witness after witness who testified that they saw him at a saloon and on a trolley heading for the Tiburon Ferry at the time the shooting would have taken place.&nbsp; Two doctors testified that Hoffman&rsquo;s wounds were self-inflicted.<br />&#8203;<br />On March 7, 1898 a jury found Figel not guilty of the homicide but the jury also rejected the idea that Hoffman had committed suicide.<br />The embezzlement and forgery charges were later dismissed as well on a motion of the District Attorney. Figel&rsquo;s father had spent all his money defending his son and he was forced to go back to work. In 1904 he left the business to his son. Three months later Theodore Figel was arrested for forging a check for $965 at Wells Fargo Bank to replace money he lost at the track.&nbsp; After paying bail Figel disappeared, leaving his wife and children penniless.<br /><br /><em>Postscript</em>:&nbsp; I sent the autopsy description and illustrations of the bullet&rsquo;s path to Ken Moses, former head of San Francisco Police Department CSI. Ken is a nationally recognized leader in the field Crime Scene Investigation and has testified in over nine hundred trials.&nbsp; To my amazement Moses said that a finding of suicide was not only possible but likely.&nbsp; &ldquo;Some suicides use their non-dominant hands to shoot the gun. This makes the hand shaky and you often get downward and unusual paths of the bullet.&nbsp; From the description, it doesn&rsquo;t seem that much brain tissue was destroyed. Of course I&rsquo;d have to see much more information to make a definite call.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>