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The moment of truth

MARY DREW knelt down on the rug. She leaned forward, her mouth within an inch of Martha’s.

“I love you,” she said. “I’ve loved you from the very moment we met. But I won’t kiss you. I’m so close my lips are almost on yours, but I won’t kiss you.”

Martha looked deeply into the other girl’s eyes for a very long time. “I love you, too,” she said.

Then hungrily they fed on each other’s lips.

Martha grasped Mary Drew’s hand. “Love me, will you? Not just kisses. Not any more.”

The Evil Friendship
Vin Packer

a division of F+W Media, Inc.

PREFACE

We would have to go back to the shocking case of Loeb and Leopold to find a murder as brutal as this one … to find a friendship as evil as that of these two murderers.

Here again, the killers were young people, just as Loeb and Leopold were; here again, homosexuality figured largely in the case … but what is shocking is that these murderers were girls in their teens; that this murder was committed nearly two decades after the infamous crime of Nathan Leopold and Richard Loeb.

These two teen-age girls looked like any others their age; came from good families; and attended a fine school. To see them as I saw them this morning, and as their families, their friends, their teachers, and their neighbors saw them day after day, who could guess — who could even possibly perceive that their lives were intricately enveloped in a web of lust, sadism, Lesbianism, masochism and madness?

The answer is that no one could imagine such a thing … that no one did, until it was too late. And with that as an answer, we can only ask why? … and again, why?

— from an editorial in the
Weerdale Sentinel,
August 30, 1956

CHAPTER ONE

I recall that afternoon a lady coming into the tearoom, accompanied by two girls. They were a quiet group. They seemed perfectly normal and at ease….

— Ruby Tullett, testifying at the Edlin-Kent trial

J
UNE
8, 1956

Ruby Tullett was looking forward to a quiet day. It was a Friday, and while the tearoom got busy on weekends, on Fridays business was always sparse.

It was a good thing at that. Mrs. Tullett had suffered through the whole night with a toothache, and her sour mood was made no better by the fact her husband had forgotten to pick up a prescription from the dentist that morning. Provoked by this, she had nagged him about other things he had forgotten — forgotten to fix the screen door, forgotten to burn the trash, forgotten, forgotten — until he had yelled at her and stomped out of the tearoom, still shouting.

Mrs. Tullett was the proprietor of a tearoom in Southwark Park, in the city of Weerdale, England. On the whole, life there was peaceful. It wasn’t the sort of city that inspired violence. It was south of London, on the coast near Beachy Head. To some extent, over holidays, it was a resort area, but nearby Eastbourne and Brighton were far more popular. Weerdale was a sleepy spot, old and mellowed. It boasted of ruins from Caesar’s time; it boasted of a small but agreeably reputable girls’ school; and it boasted of its fine old church, known as the Cathedral of St. Richard, built in a pre-Gothic style of architecture.

A particularly unpleasant newspaperman who had once passed through Weerdale had described it as being “as colorful as a sack of flour.”

Southwark Park, where the portly Mrs. Tullett looked after the tearoom, was on a hillside overlooking the coastal roads, just outside Weerdale’s limits. It was a beautiful spot, covered with trees and bushes. In some areas it could get very dense and secluded, but near Mrs. Tullett’s tearoom, it was lightly wooded and rustic-looking; and that day, quiet and pleasant.

It was about twenty-five to four when Mary Drew Edlin, who had just turned sixteen, her mother, and her best friend, Martha Kent, arrived at Mrs. Tullett’s.

Mrs. Tullett remembered noticing Martha Kent right off. It would be difficult not to notice a young girl that good-looking. Martha Kent was tall and slim, and built too well for a fifteen-year-old. At the time Mrs. Tullett imagined she was seventeen at least. Martha had long hair, coal-colored and shiny, which hung to her shoulders and made her light blue eyes seem even lighter, seem to sparkle. She had an air about her. Mrs. Tullett noticed that, too, because she remembered hoping Stoke wasn’t anywhere near the tearoom. They’d had trouble with Stoke before. He was her husband’s helper, and while he had never actually
done
anything, there had been complaints from visitors to Southwark that a short, chunky, red-faced man had ogled girls from behind bushes, peering out at them in such a way as to frighten them.

Stoke always swore it was the various girls who led him on, and in one case that had been the fact. About the rest, Mrs. Tullett had her suspicions, and so that day the thought had very swiftly flickered in her thinking — that this beautiful girl with her air of utter poise and ever-so-slight arrogance could seem provocative to someone like Stoke. She had hoped he was off away from there, and then she had quickly forgotten the thought.

“Mother,” the other girl had said sweetly, “it’s our treat now, Martha’s and mine. Have more than tea, Mother.”

The other girl was not nearly as good-looking. She was short, with mousy brown hair, round brown eyes, and a rather amusing, Puckish face.

Her mother answered that tea was all she felt like, so soon after dinner, and she smiled up at Mrs. Tullett and remarked on how clean and bright the tearoom was. No remark could have been better directed.

Cleanliness was
before
godliness in Mrs. Tullett’s mind. She smiled back at the serene-faced, fortyish woman with the Greer Garson face and forgot all about her toothache as she served tea and fruit drinks to the threesome.

Mrs. Tullett went back to her duties leaving the three to enjoy their refreshments, and when she returned into the tearoom a short time later, she discovered they had gone.

Within half an hour, as she was serving ice creams from the window of her shop, she was to see two of this threesome again. Mary Drew Edlin and Martha Kent appeared at the foot of the steps leading up to the tearoom.

Martha Kent was screaming, “Murder! Help us!”

Mary Drew Edlin managed to shout above her, “Mother’s been hurt! Mother’s been terribly hurt! I think Mother’s dead!”

As both girls raced up the steps; sobbing and gasping for breath, Martha screamed more details: “She’s covered with blood! There’s blood all over!”

There was blood all over — all over both girls’ clothing and on their hands. Mary Drew Edlin had blood splashed across-her face. She seemed very dazed and white, as though she were in shock.

Mrs. Tullett tried to calm them, tried to learn what had happened. She shouted at a young man, gaping at the scene while his ice cream melted: “Go for my husband. He’s out in the yard behind!”

Then, leaving the girls standing with the blood on them in her tearoom, Mrs. Tullet ran outside, down toward the trees that lead to the brook. The girls had come from that direction, and they had pointed in that direction, but Mrs. Tullett could not see any trace of the woman with the Greer Garson face, who had made her forget her toothache. And suddenly the word “murder” was recalled, and instantly Mrs. Tullett began to run fast, back the way she had come. Even then she was thinking:
“Stoke! Where’s Stoke! But Stoke isn’t a murderer….”

Back in the tearoom, she asked the girls again, “What happened, now? What?” and turning to the Edlin girl, “What happened to your Mother, dear?”

“I can’t go back there,” was the answer. “Don’t make me. The blood — oh, God, the blood!” and the girl sat down on one of the tearoom chairs and put her red-streaked hands to her eyes.

Martha Kent said, “It was horrible! We tried to lift her!” She looked down at her bloody clothes and cried, “We’ve got to get clean!”

“Did you see someone? Was there a man? What happened?”

But the girls couldn’t answer.

“The blood!” Mary Drew Edlin kept repeating. And now the Kent girl had a handkerchief out, wiping her hands off on it.

It was then that Mr. Tullett arrived. While he talked to the two girls, Mrs. Tullett summoned an ambulance and the police. Then her husband ran outside and down the shaded path himself. From around the corner of the tearoom, Stoke appeared suddenly, running after Mr. Tullett.

“What happened?” Mrs. Tullett tried again.

“We’ve got to wash,” Martha Kent repeated. “We don’t know what happened. We heard her screaming. She was screaming, and then we found her, on the ground.”

Mary Drew whimpered, “Can’t we
wash?”

Mrs. Tullett ran water for them in the kitchen and left the pair there while she stood vigil at the window. She kept thinking:
“There can’t have been a murder here in the park. It must be something else.”

But as the minutes stretched on, Mrs. Tullett was fearful for her husband. She didn’t know what to be afraid of, so the danger down beyond the firs near the brook seemed all the more horrible!

She was praying, “Oh God, watch Doug. Oh God, keep Doug safe!”

Standing outside with the same dumb-shocked expression on his face was the man who had gone to summon Mr. Tullett, the man who had bought the ice cream earlier. She was about to call to him to follow Mr. Tullett’s path when she remembered Stoke had gone after him. And she wondered what direction Stoke had come from, where he’d been when it had happened.

Behind her, she heard the kitchen door open, turned and saw the girls.

They were holding onto one another, walking slowly toward her. The tall, beautiful one seemed to be bracing the smaller one, whose mother it was.

“Have they found poor Mother?” the Edlin girl asked.

Mrs. Tullett shook her head. “Soon,” she said. “They’re down there now.”

“Somebody hit her over the head,” Martha Kent said. “She was on the ground.”

“And you saw no one?”

“No. But she screamed. Mary Drew and I heard her screaming.”

The Edlin girl slouched down into a chair. Martha Kent stood behind the chair. “That head — all battered in that way,” she said through tears that were starting down her cheeks. “Oh, God, I’ll always remember Mrs. Edlin’s head.”

“I’ll get you some tea,” Mrs. Tullett began. “That would — ”

“Mother had tea. She just had tea, and now — ” “Don’t talk about it, Mary Drew,” the Kent girl said, “Don’t talk about it. We’ll call your father.” “It’s a bad dream,” the Edlin girl moaned. “Mother’s gone.”

Mrs. Tullett said, “Ah, now, we don’t know that, dear.

We don’t know that at all.” Again Mary Drew Edlin repeated, “It’s a bad dream.” Martha Kent turned to Mrs. Tullett and asked her to call Dr. Edlin. “He’s a dentist,” she said. “His offices are on North Grove.”

When Mrs. Tullett returned to say she could not reach Dr. Edlin at that number, Martha Kent slapped the table with her fist. “He has to be there! Don’t you care? He has to be there!”

“Isn’t there anyone else we can call?” Mrs. Tullett asked. “Your family?”

“Yes, call them,” the Edlin girl sobbed. “I want to get away from here. I have to. But Mother’s here — ”

Then Martha Kent said, “All right. Call Melrose College. My father is a professor there. Dr. William Kent.”

“Both from good families,”
Mrs. Ruby Tullett thought as she went through the kitchen to phone the professor,
“and covered with blood. But it couldn’t be a murder, here in the park … could it?”

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