As mentioned before, Bakersfield in the 1920’s had a population of around thirteen thousand and much of the manufacturing and commerce of the town focused on the oil industry. The first big oil strikes in the area had occurred just two decades before and there were large crews of men toiling away at extracting that black gold from the ground. There was also a decent agricultural presence, centered around the growing of grains and alfalfa along with the raising of various kinds of livestock. An additional number of people transited through the town on the railroad. These three groups, but especially the oil field workers and the travelers, encompassed the people that Leo now planned to run his scheme against with Stanley. Once he was satisfied that he had the right man picked out, it had been a fairly simple process to convince Stanley to join up with his idea, especially once it was explained how much money they might end up making as a result. Leo breezed over any concerns about the police or penalty, ensuring his new partner that he was experienced enough to avoid any trouble. As part of their deal Leo moved into the back area of Stanley’s repair shed, writing back to Olivia soon after to tell her of the change of address. He still was waiting for that check from the sale of his possessions and his move to the shed solved another problem which had occurred to him soon after he had checked into the El Tejon. He might have notified Olivia about the address but had not dared to tell her about the false name he was living under again, believing that she would refuse to send it to him given her previous anger over his aliases. Now he simply told Stanley that he occasionally used different names and if anything showed up addressed to any, “first name of Leo, don’t worry about the last name,” well, that was to be given to him directly with no further questions asked. Leo disliked the idea of anyone knowing his birth identity but he hoped his inexperienced partner would forget about the Hombert name quickly. The idea of false names seemed to fascinate Stanley and Leo had to cut off the discussion to avoid telling him too much about his past. He just ended it with, “it’s useful sometimes but complicated, you probably shouldn’t try it.”
Their operational plan was simple. Leo would purchase copper or brass which Stanley would turn into pieces of jewelry that were then electroplated to appear to be more precious metals. Leo would take these items to a very small shop he had rented out in the main business area of Bakersfield where he hoped to sell them as “solid gold and silver”, mostly to drunk oil workers or unsuspecting persons passing through on the train. His shop, which he had managed to get by offering the former occupant one hundred dollars to move, was well situated for the scheme as it was located right by the train depot and only blocks from several well attended establishments that were subverting the prohibition laws. They started up production in late June of 1926 and Stanley had produced the first pieces by July 1st, just in time for the big holiday weekend. It was on that day that Leo also informed his partner that he was changing his name again.
“Why now?” Stanley asked when told.
“It just works out better for me this way. Up to now, well, I’ve been Lee O’Dare and that’s still a good name in this town. Starting up our business I need to have a name that I can burn here.”
“Well, yes, one that will be associated with this business we are running.”
“The illegal one, you mean?” Stanley replied.
“Yes. It’s just a good idea, don’t worry about it, just call me Leo from now on.”
“So, what should my name be?”
“What are you, oh, never mind that, you need to keep your name, you’ve been here too long. You can’t just change it after all that time.”
“But what if we get caught? Isn’t that why you are using a different name? So that if we get caught you can change it to something else when you run way?” Stanley’s voice was rising as he spoke.
“Who says I’m running away? And we won’t get caught.” Leo was getting tired of the questions. “Now stop worrying about it. Just produce the goods and I’ll sell them.”
“But, what if we do get caught. I can’t stand it, I mean, my father would be devastated, he really would be. It would be terrible.”
“Just stop with the worrying. I’ll worry, and you just work and keep quiet.”
“But what if we get caught?”
“Shut up! I’ll protect you!” Leo shouted back, raising his fist a few inches but then thinking better of it. “Just shut up!”
Stanley wiped his eyes before replying. “We’re going to get caught, I just know it. But oh well, I guess that can’t be avoided.” He then shuffled off back toward the front of his repair shop to go back to work. Leo snorted and shook his head, thinking that maybe his plan to use Stanley had not been such a great idea after all. This operation had to work though, it just had to, as it was his very own and he needed to prove to himself that he could be his own boss. Any issues with Stanley would just need to be dealt with as they came up.
The July 2nd opening of their store was a great success, aided by the general air of celebration for the Fourth of July festivities. Everyone seemed in a good mood and were spending freely, with people clamoring for all kinds of goods including Leo’s falsely advertised jewelry. His stock was depleted by the following Monday and Stanley had not kept up on inventory production over the weekend, choosing instead to do work for his father in their shop and also take a day off to relax. That did not sit well with Leo, who scolded Stanley harshly and told him that he needed to get his priorities straight if they were going to make good money with their venture.
“But I can’t work on it all of the time. My father will get angry, or suspicious, or both. And if he starts asking questions, well, what am I supposed to say I am doing down here?”
“Fixing clocks obviously.”
“He knows there is not enough business to keep me that busy. I don’t have many customers you know, this is mostly by hobby.”
“Tell him you have more customers then, tell him you have a big order.” Leo was getting impatient again, his words spoken in a terse manner.
“That won’t work. He’ll know, he knows everything about business in this town. He talks to people.”
“Well, I don’t know what then but tell him whatever you have to. The priority is our business, ok? Or don’t you want to make money?”
“I do. But,”
Leo cut him off. “Here’s your share for now. Get to work.”
Staring down at the eighty dollars which Leo had placed into his hand brought a smile to Stanley’s face. He thought about all of the things he could do, the women he could seduce, the fine food he could buy, maybe a good set of clothes for himself. Closing his fist around the money he nodded and went back to work.
…to be continued