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Albert was on somewhat surer footing with the Sophie Clark murder, perhaps because unlike that of Evelyn Corbin, this case had been diagrammed on the “Strangle Worksheet” as well as highly publicized elsewhere.
Albert recounted what had happened after he knocked on Sophie's apartment door.
A
LBERT
: The door swung open to my left.
B
OTTOMLY
: All right.
A
LBERT
: And she presented herself to me. B
OTTOMLY
: What did she look like?
A
LBERT
: A Negro girl, light complexion, black hair—
B
OTTOMLY
: Long, short—?
A
LBERT
: No, she had very long hair, beautiful, her eyes were—dark br—I don't know, dark brown—she looked like a Hawaiian girl—her eyes were—B
OTTOMLY
: Outstanding eyes?
A
LBERT
: Yes, it was a very beautiful girl—I'd almost say the—that her eyes were brown—but that her features were so—so—
so tall
—she wuz a very tall girl.
B
OTTOMLY
: As tall as you are?
A
LBERT
: About five ten—she could be as tall as me or more—she wuz at least 140, 150 pounds. She wuz built solid—
B
OTTOMLY
: No fat.
Sophie's height and weight had been given on the “Strangle Worksheet,” as had her coloring.
A
LBERT
: Oh, no, she wuz really—really built beautiful—she had on a—when she opened the door she had a uh—a white type—white type uh—throw on there, right? And she had a half slip, a bra—her—she musta been going somewhere—or she wuz dressed when she came in becuz—she had black high heels on I remember—ah—it wuz very appealing the way she wuz dressed.
B
OTTOMLY
: Mm-mm.
A
LBERT
: She also had on black stockings—with a garter belt—
B
OTTOMLY
: Uh-huh.
A
LBERT
: Uh—very attractive.
B
OTTOMLY
: What color was her outer garment, what did you call it, a negligee, Al?
A
LBERT
: It wuz—ah—like two or t'ree together, what do you call those there ah—
B
OTTOMLY
: You mean different linings?
A
LBERT
: Yeah, that's it, yeah—
B
OTTOMLY
: What colors do you remember? Was it a filmy kind of thing?
A
LBERT
: Yeah, yeah. It wuz—ah—she wuz tall.
B
OTTOMLY
: But you couldn't see through it—
A
LBERT
: N—no, no I couldn't see through it.
B
OTTOMLY
: Kind of sexy-looking, with all of this?
A
LBERT
: Yes—yes, very appealing. But ah—on that there—
B
OTTOMLY
: You remember any colors? If you don't all right.
A
LBERT
: I really don't.
B
OTTOMLY
: Okay.
A
LBERT
: To me, right? It looked—white.
B
OTTOMLY
: Uh huh.
A
LBERT
: It looked white to me, but—
B
OTTOMLY
: Were there other colors, too?
A
LBERT
: Possible—but I remember—I remember the half slip.
B
OTTOMLY
: She was wearing a half slip?
Albert's Frederick's of Hollywood fantasy was only partially accurate. Sophie's hair wasn't very long at all—it was done in a medium-length bouffant flip, the style Jacqueline Kennedy as First Lady had made so popular. That Sophie had been wearing a blue floral housecoat (not white, as Albert had said), a bra, a garter belt, a half-slip, black stockings, and black shoes was noted on the “Strangle Worksheet,” and tallies with the description of her attire given in the autopsy report. Albert seems to have taken this description and embellished it, turning the plain baggy robe (or so it appears in the crime scene photo) into a diaphanous negligee and the flat, corrugated-sole tie shoes on Sophie's feet into sexy spikes.
The power the image of Sophie as seductress had over Albert is clear from the fact that he described her thus even after Bottomly had shown him the police photos of the crime scene, which are graphic close-ups of Sophie sprawled on her back, legs apart, the half-slip she had been wearing wrapped around her neck.
It also explains how he knew she had been menstruating, and was wearing a sanitary napkin and the harness to hold it in place. Albert said he had ripped the pad from Sophie and thrown it behind a chair.
Albert also told Bottomly that he had used his Measuring Man con on Sophie, telling her that with her superb figure and statuesque bearing (although not in those words), she would make a perfect model. He said that he'd grabbed her around the neck with his right arm and that she'd lost consciousness almost immediately.
B
OTTOMLY
: Were you surprised she went out so fast? Did you expect a struggle?
A
LBERT
: I didn't expect anything.
There was some debate about when the crime had been committed. “Now, this is a work day, Al, this isn't like your usual routine, y'know that?” Bottomly said. “I'll tell ya, December fifth.”
A
LBERT
: December 5th.
B
OTTOMLY
:—was a Wednesday.
A
LBERT
: December the fifth.
B
OTTOMLY
: Did you work at all that day?
A
LBERT
: Ah—December fifth—anniversary—ah—lemme see, lemme find out where I wuz workin' first—December the fifth, I wuz workin'—I wuz workin' for Munroe Shipyard up until September of sixty-two—'n September of sixty-two until September of sixty-three I worked for Russell Blumett [Blomerth]—now on December the fifth—right? It wuz on a Wednesday, right?
B
OTTOMLY
: Right.
A
LBERT
: Ah—now—this is very important, now, remember this—ah—Russell Blumett—had taken a job—a contract—for work in Belmont—he worked all winter long on that contract in Belmont building a studio for a couple over there?
B
OTTOMLY
: Right.
A
LBERT
: And this has a lot to do with me taking it—like ah there'd be nuthin' doin' that day, right?
B
OTTOMLY
: Uh huh.
A
LBERT
: Or this week, and I'd take—I'd say, okay, I'll take it off, I gut work to do myself—and I'd take the day off, y'see? Now on December the fifth—wuz a work day, right?
B
OTTOMLY
: Right.
A
LBERT
: I think that I might have been—working on—on my—yes—ah—I musta taken a day off—that could easy be checked—
B
OTTOMLY
: Did you go to work at all?
A
LBERT
: No, I—probably checked in—
Albert had in fact worked three hours that day, although just when was not clear. The weather had been quite stormy; Albert didn't recall this fact. The anniversary he spoke of on December 5th was that of his and Irmgard's wedding.
Albert recounted for Bottomly how he'd wandered around Sophie's building seeking an appropriate target. (The layout of 315 Huntington Avenue, with its distinctive divided staircase, had been minutely described in the
Record American
series by Loretta McLaughlin and Jean Cole.)
B
OTTOMLY
: You knocked on the door—you were looking for a woman.
A
LBERT
: Yah.
B
OTTOMLY
: And a man answered, so you brushed him off as fast as you could. Right?
A
LBERT
: Yeah—but I did talk to him for a minute.
B
OTTOMLY
: Is that before you—first you said that you went—
A
LBERT
: Before.
B
OTTOMLY
: Yuh. You first went up the right hand side [of the staircase]—right?
A
LBERT
: Right in—right inside.
B
OTTOMLY
: The first door you knocked on—there was—
A
LBERT
: He hadda be on the right side, too.
B
OTTOMLY
: All right then—was he the first one you knocked? Or the second?
A
LBERT
: The second.
B
OTTOMLY
: Who was the first?
A
LBERT
: I think it wuz Tobin.
B
OTTOMLY
: How did you—
A
LBERT
: Told—I had told her—ah—
B
OTTOMLY
: Did you use the measuring on her?
A
LBERT
: No—I did tell her she looked—I tol' her she looked very pretty or sumpin'—she said a hus—somethin about a husband—
B
OTTOMLY
: Oh.
A
LBERT
: Sumpin about a husband—wuz next door or sumpin—wuz comin' right back or sumpin—and she wuz a little nervous—told her she looked very pretty or sumpin—I don't know, whether I used da model or nurse or not, but I explained to her that I wuz doin some paintin' and uh—told her my name was Thompson—and I—moved out very fast with her.
B
OTTOMLY
: When you heard about the husband, you got outta there.
A
LBERT
: No, not necessarily becuz—well, maybe—you could if you wanna say that.
The fact that a man named “Thompson” had come to Marcella Lulka's door claiming that he had to paint her apartment had of course been extensively written up in the newspapers. So had the fact that “Thompson” had made advances to Lulka. Similarly, her ruse—telling the intruder that her husband was asleep in the next room—to get rid of the man had been well publicized.
The “honey-haired” man who identified himself to Lulka as Thompson had worn, according to the eyewitness descriptions of three different people, completely different attire than Albert claimed he had the day of Sophie's murder: a light gray hooded cloth jacket and green pants for Albert as opposed to “Thompson's” dark leather jacket and black pants. And one of the witnesses was actually acquainted with the man who posed as the apartment painter—a man who despite the bizarre coincidence that he was nicknamed “Al” clearly wasn't Al DeSalvo, since the former was black and the latter was white.
Bottomly brought up an interesting point during this interrogation: that discussing the murders of the older women didn't seem to bother Albert nearly as much as discussing the murders of the younger ones such as twenty-year-old Sophie. “I can't see hurting no girls, nobody,” Albert said. “What a hell of a feeling to know you really hurt somebody.”
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It was as if he were speaking of the actions of another person. “It kills me, boy,” Albert added.
B
OTTOMLY
: Uhuh ... Sophie, ah, you didn't have any sex relations with her either did you? She like Ida Irga?
A
LBERT
: Ah, on Sophie?
B
OTTOMLY
: You pulled the napkin off were you just too shocked? What did you do?
A
LBERT
: I don't know what it was, but . . .
B
OTTOMLY
: Do you remember having sex relations with her specifically?
A
LBERT
: No, she was lying on the floor. Her legs were facing towards the, towards the coffee table. It was a light coffee table, very light.
Whoever had killed Sophie had apparently masturbated just afterward, because the forensic investigator found a seminal stain on the rug near her body. Albert seemed not to know that this had happened. In any case, he told Bottomly that he had left the apartment quickly but discreetly.
B
OTTOMLY
: You always kept a cool head, though, you never run out.
A
LBERT
: I never ran.
B
OTTOMLY
: Never brought attention to yourself.
Eyewitnesses told police that the man they'd seen had been agitated and perspiring heavily.
Albert said he'd passed a few people on the stairs to whom he'd nodded “very politely.”
B
OTTOMLY
: But you always, ah, ducked your face.
A
LBERT
: So they couldn't see my face.
B
OTTOMLY
: Ya.
Albert then said he hadn't encountered anyone while leaving the building.
He talked about the length of time it had taken him to enter Sophie's apartment, kill her, and depart.
A
LBERT
: As to how fast it was done, I would say it didn't take no more than, in that apartment, no more than five or ten minutes.
B
OTTOMLY
: Oh, I see.
A
LBERT
: That's how fast . . .
B
OTTOMLY
: You talk about . . .
A
LBERT
: This is what I feel, anyhow.
B
OTTOMLY
: Ya. Course that's what it seemed like to you.
A
LBERT
: That's what I mean, that's right.
B
OTTOMLY
: It coulda been a half an hour.
A
LBERT
: That's right see? And that's what ah ...
B
OTTOMLY
: You just don't remember, Albert.

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