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Red Johnson I am Betty’s boyfriend. I also knew where the baby was on March 1 because Betty had to break a date with me. When the police picked me up, they found out that I had a green Chrysler coupe. This was a problem, because a local resident said that he had seen a green car near the Lindbergh house on the day of the crime. Inside my car the police found an empty milk bottle in the seat. I told them that I drink lots of milk and that I usually toss the empty bottles in the backseat. I’ve never had a criminal record, but I am an illegal alien. Betty Gow I knew the whereabouts of the baby, and I also had direct access to him. Before working for the Lindberghs, I had a job in Detroit. There is a mobster named Scotty Gow who also lives in Detroit. He is known for kidnapping. Police have worked hard trying to figure out if I had any connections with this mobster, but so far they haven’t found any evidence to support this theory. John Condon I am 72 years old. I was once a gym teacher and a principal of a school. I just wanted to do something to help the Lindberghs, so I ran an ad in the newspaper offering to act as a go-between. The day after the ad ran in the paper, I received a letter that had the interlocking circles. The Lindberghsbelieved the letter to be authentic because the media and public did not know about the special signature with circles that the kidnapper used. After showing the Lindberghs the letter, they agreed to let me be the go-between man. We ran the ad saying “Money is Ready” on March 11. I used the nickname “Jafsie” to protect my identity. The following day I received a phone call from a man with a thick accent. He had a taxi driver deliver a letter to my home. We decided to meet. Joseph Perrone I am the taxi driver who delivered an envelope to the address of John Condon on the evening of March 12. I told police that a man wearing a brown coat and a brown felt hat had given me the envelope. I also told police that this man had a thick German accent. I noticed that he wrote down my license plate number as I was driving off with the envelope.
Cemetery John No one knows my name, but since I met with John Condon in a cemetery, they call me Cemetery John. Condon noticed that I was wearing the brown coat and hat, just as the taxi driver had seen. Condon also noticed that my voice was the same as the man on the telephone. I told Condon that I worked with a kidnapping gang consisting of four men, with one of the men being a high-level government worker. I also told him that Betty Gow and Red Johnson were not a part of the crime. I assured Condon that the baby was well and that I would send proof that we really had the baby. I sent the baby’s sleeping suit. Violet Sharpe The police questioned me again on April 13. I was just as hostile this time as I was when they first questioned me. I suddenly remembered that I had not gone to the movies on March 1 but instead had gone to a restaurant called the Peanut Grill. The man’s name was Ernie. He knew that I worked for the Lindberghs, but that is all. Police also found out that my sister had applied for a visa to return home to England on March 1, the day of the kidnapping. She left the country on April 6 without telling police. John Condon Lindbergh paid the $50,000 in ransom money on April 2. I delivered it to Cemetery John. He told me that the child was on a boat with two women. The women were innocent. He gave the location as being just off the coast of Martha’s Vineyard. Lindberg immediately got in his plane and searched the waters. There was no boat in sight. Lindbergh and everyone else knew that the kidnapper had outsmarted him. One hope remained: the police had recorded the money’s serial numbers. In this way, they hoped to trace the money to the kidnapper as it was spent. Dr. Erastus Mead Hudson I am a doctor and an independent fingerprint expert. I was called in to see if I could lift anymore fingerprints in the nursery and on the ladder. I was able to lift 500 partial prints from the ladder. Most of these were unusable. By this time, many people had handled the ladder.
William Allen I am a 46-year-old truck driver. On May 12 I was driving near the Lindbergh home at Hopewell, when I needed to go to the bathroom. I stopped alongside the road and walked into the woods. After walking about 70 feet, I saw a small skull and a leg sticking out from the ground. The body was identified as the Lindberg baby. The medical examiner said that the baby died on the night of the kidnapping. It seemed that he died from a blow to the head. Police speculated that the baby had been accidentally dropped against the house when the ladder split from the weight of the kidnapper.