February 24, 1927
In what the papers have dubbed the â€œMustard-Seed Murder,â€ we see once again that, gentlemen, your sartorial decisions are always of importance. (Damn trouser cuffs! Were this 1960, this condemned man wouldâ€™ve walked free.)
The murder in question dates back to October 20, 1926, when one Charles O. Westcott, 63 years of age and scion of General Grant, opened his door at 909 S. Cochran St. only to met by a gun-wielding assailant. Blam! Blam!-one to the heart, one in the stomach. Unfortunately for Charlesâ€™ son Carl, Charlesâ€™ dying words to his new wife were â€œCarl shot me.â€
Apparently Carl, 40, was vexed that his father left a $300,000 ($3,486,687 USD2007) trust to the aforementioned new wife Hazel. And then there was the matter of the $100,000 trust that Carlâ€™s grandfather was to leave to his son Charles-but with Carlâ€™s father Charles out of the way-it would go straight to Carl.
Detectives didnâ€™t really buy Carlâ€™s long and rambling alibi, involving a gamblerâ€™s den at Seventh and San Pedro, and a dance hall on Hill off Sixth. Nor did they take his alibiâ€™s verification for much, given as it came from a bootlegger and some other underworld habitués. Despite Carlâ€™s regal upbringing, heâ€™s a part-time barber with a record, having done time in Folsom and Stillwater on forgery charges.
And so today begins Westcott the Youngerâ€™s trial. The crux of the trial comes down to the mustard seeds found in his trouser cuffs-the assassin was spotted escaping through the the vacant lot to the north (now 905 South Cochran, not built upon til 1928), and dangâ€™d if Carl wasnâ€™t found with a few inconspicuous mustard seeds and a half-dozen broken blades of grass, indentical to those from the lot, in his cuffs. (Westcott also contended that he tore his trousers at the knee while tripping on the rough steps of that Sixth Street dive; investigation revealed those steps to be carpeted; the prosecution points to a plank with in the lot with matching fibers.)
He is convicted March 2, and March 9 sentenced to life imprisonment at Folsom; two more trials on points of law (and a botched suicide attempt) failed to free him. But his March 1929 sanity trial got him sprung from Folsom and committed to the State Hospital at Norwalk, to be held until such time as he was mentally competent to go on trial again for the murder charge.
As thereâ€™s no further mention of Westcott again, we can only assume he elected to stay put.