That early morning conversation which Olivia had with law enforcement was a detailed one, in which she told them about Leo’s real name, his use of aliases including the ones she knew about and also a list of places that he had lived. She of course informed them about his recent incarceration in Kentucky as Robert O’Hara after which they contacted the prison for more information. Finally, as they were wrapping up the interview, Olivia gave them a description of the Essex along with a partial plate number. She stated that she believed Leo would have fled the state and be in hiding until he turned up somewhere else under another name. The detectives thanked her but had their own suspicions that Leo had not gone far and put the information out to other law enforcement agencies in the state. To obtain a recent photo quickly the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension convinced the prison in Eddyville to send an official to meet their officer in Rockford, Illinois, about halfway between the two cities. That allowed them to have a mug shot in hand by late afternoon, after which the bank teller quickly identified it as the man who had held him up. He swore out an affidavit to that effect and the MBCA thought they had a good start on chasing down their fugitive.
By the next morning this information had started to pay off as a Minneapolis police officer found the Essex, promptly alerted the MBCA and county sheriff, and an intensive manhunt began in the downtown area. As that search got within two blocks of the Marlborough Hotel Otto happened to be at another business nearby, which was owned by the same man, and where he picked up occasional extra work. It took him only a moment to determine what was going on and he hastily made an excuse that he had to leave for a few minutes. He walked quickly back to the Marlborough and found Leo sitting in the lobby reading a newspaper. Other than a cleaning woman the rest of the area was deserted, a quiet and calm Saturday morning with thin rays of light falling across the plants and art work on display. Otto had only managed to get about five words out when Leo held up his hand and quickly went to the front entry, stepping out slowly and looking up and down the street. He then repeated this at the back entry after which he walked briskly to his room, Otto following quietly behind him. At the door to the room Leo turned around and told him to stop and wait in the hall.
Once alone with the door closed behind him, Leo sank into a faded grey armchair that was next to a window overlooking Third Avenue. He had already seen that the police were very close and that his escape was going to have to be quick and done with a minimum of encumbrance. That meant he would have to leave behind most of this personal belongings including all of his new suits and hats. After a minute or two, he rose with a sigh and hastily packed up a small valise. He then took the remaining cash he had obtained from the robbery, around eight hundred dollars, and stuffed it into one of his clubhouse brogues. He figured that if he was captured it would not look good to have almost the same amount of cash on him as the amount taken from the bank. He then placed those shoes and some miscellaneous other clothing and personal items into a large black suitcase. Stepping out into the hallway he motioned to Otto who was leaning against the wall several doors down. When the young man approached, Leo handed him the suitcase and asked that he keep it safe, stating that it contained one of his best pairs of shoes and he would either send for it or retrieve it himself very soon. He then shook Otto’s hand, thanked him for the tip-off and walked away down the hallway. Several minutes later Leo had slipped past the police that were out and about on the streets and was on his way out of town.
He had of course failed to give Otto any money for providing him with the information about the police, something that did not sit well with the young janitor. It had only taken him about three minutes of contemplation before he opened the suitcase Leo had given him, determined to at least get a good pair of shoes out of the deal. Several moments after finding them he also had removed the eight hundred dollars and was much happier although he still held a grudge against Leo. About an hour later, when the police arrived at the hotel to continue their search, the staff could not positively identify the man in the photo as having stayed there. Otto took that opportunity to pay off his grudge, marching up to the officer in charge, stating it had definitely been Leo who had stayed there and directing them to the room. As it was being searched he decided that it would be a bad thing if he somehow was caught with Leo’s personal effects. Going back to the detective, he turned them over, stating that he had found the suitcase in the alley and the shoes in the hallway outside the door of Leo’s room. He then provided a very detailed description of the fugitive and mentioned the discussion they had about Louisville.
That was exactly where Leo had gone, making good time by hitching rides and arriving by mid-afternoon of Sunday, September 15th. He was angry when he arrived, about several things, and had stormed into Lucy’s house without even knocking on the door. Startled as she had been by his entrance, she quickly recovered and tried to calm him down and by nightfall they were enjoying each other’s company. The next morning, having collected the items and cash Lucy had been keeping for him, he penned a short note to the Marlborough:
Having recently left your establishment, I found that I have forgotten a pair of my best shoes along with several other personal items. Please inquire of your staff, especially the janitor named Otto, as I feel they are certain to have found these items. I expect my belongings to be forwarded immediately to The Drake in Chicago, where I will soon be arriving. Your prompt action is appreciated.
Giving it to Lucy with stern instructions that it must go out that same day via Special Delivery, he gave her a passionate farewell kiss and walked out of the house. The last she saw of him he was stepping quickly down the street swinging his brown valise as he went along.
…to be continued