It was Saturday in suburban Inglewood, a few miles
from Los Angeles. Little Jeanette Stephens, 8, Melba Everett, 9, and
Madeline Everett, 7, started off with sandwiches for a picnic in the
park as countless children in countless cities have done on
countless Saturdays. As afternoon wore on and they did not return,
their mothers grew uneasy. When suppertime had come and gone, Mrs.
Stephens sent her little boy Garth, 7, to the park to look for them.
An hour later the parents called the police. Shortly after midnight
a community search was on and the disappearance of the three little
girls was broadcast on the Los Angeles police network. By Sunday
morning a State-wide alarm was out.
Early Monday afternoon four Boy Scouts, part of a
volunteer army which was scouring the countryside, stumbled into a deep
gully about two miles back from the road in the Baldwin Hills. There in
weeds as high as a man's head, her face pushed into the dirt, a
clothesline tight around her cold little neck was the lifeless body of
one of the girls, ravished and murdered. In the bushes a few yards away,
similiarly strangled and raped, were the bodies of the others. As the
horrible news of California's crime-of-the-year spread through the Los
Angeles area, police began a round-up of suspected sex criminals, pieced
together possible clues.
Wearing a WPA badge and serving as a volunteer
policeman at the scene of the discovery of the bodies was slim, 32-year-old
Albert Dyer who had known the three little girls from his year's work as
a traffic guard in front of the Centinela grammar school. At the
discovery of the bodies, he asked men in the crowd not to smoke "out of
respect to the dead." That night his 24-year-old wife Isabel helped him
add the day's newspaper clippings about the tragedy to a scrapbook he
had begun when the girls were first reported missing. By week's end,
with angry crowds surging before the Inglewood City Hall threatening
lynching to suspect after suspect, Mrs. Dyer wrote a summary of the
crime into the scrapbook, ended it, "The suspected murderer was . . . ."
This week from Los Angeles' skyscraper jail where
police had taken him to prevent a lynching attempt, came the name of the
murderer to Mrs. Dyer. It was her own husband.
Weeping, shuddering, fainting at one point in the
questioning. Murderer Dyer told how he had urged the girls to come with
him into the Baldwin Hills where they would catch rabbits. They met him
Saturday afternoon and walked back into the gullied wilderness where
they built a fire. To catch the rabbits the girls were to be placed
separately at different spots. "I left Jeanette and Melba sitting there,
I took Madeline up the canyon. . . . After I choked her there with my
hands ... I tied a piece of rope around her neck to make sure she was
dead." Then he returned and repeated the crime with the others. Then he
ravished the three bodies. Finally in a fit of remorse he took off the
girls' shoes, ranged them neatly side by side and prayed over them. "What
did you say?" asked the District Attorney. "I said 'Lord forgive what I
have done.' Then I went home to my wife." Sobbed Mrs. Dyer, "Albert
couldn't have done this terrible thing. . . . We both loved children. We
lost two babies of our own."