Adventures With Cassiopaea

Chapter 33

Now, let's stop and think about this for a minute. I want to get this straight: Puharich, Einhorn, and many others since, have promoted the idea that the CIA is after them because they are circulating information about the Russian threat in terms of psychotronic warfare. And here we have Puharich talking to an insurance investigator, for God's sake, who might just as likely have thought that Puharich himself was crazy and burned down his own house based on such loose talk. Why in the world would anybody who was truly rational talk to an insurance investigator this way?

It reminds me of the time I had an insurance appraiser come to the house after we finished some construction work. I was having the fidgets thinking about the person coming in my back room where the psychomantium was. How was I going to explain a black tent to an insurance appraiser? What if they decided we were so weird that we had to pay higher insurance premiums? After all, nobody really knows all the secrets of how actuaries come up with insurance rates. Everybody who has had experience with insurance companies KNOWS that you want to seem as "normal" and "in the middle" as possible. Well, since I also used the room for my microfiche viewer, I just moved it to a prominent position in the middle of the room and didn't say anything. The appraiser asked what kind of stuff I was viewing, and I just told the truth: genealogy records. THAT was "normal."

So, back to Puharich: here he is talking to an insurance investigator, the person who has the power to authorize or withhold payment on his claim, and he was saying things like THAT? I'm sorry. Puharich may have been a genius, but this single incident makes me question his grip on reality.

I'm having a hard time with another thing here: What happened to the fact that, during that period of time, the US government was pretty busy promoting the idea of the "Russian Threat?" If that is the case, and it IS, historically speaking, why in the world would the CIA object to the circulation of ideas that the Russians were doing us dirty by turning our brains to jello with their psychic experiments and ELF waves? I mean, after all, that would fit right in with their own view. Why would Ira Einhorn claim that the CIA AND the Russians were mad at him? Oh, of course. Because they would not be expected to show up at his trial and deny the charges. With psychopathic lies, everything has to be so double and triple reversed covert that nobody will ever be able to get to the truth of the matter. You know, "this tape will self-destruct in five seconds. If you are caught, the State Department will deny all knowledge of your mission" type of thing.

How handy.

Well, just some things to think about. Now, back to Ira and Holly.

After interviewing many witnesses and writing up the report, Pearce was convinced that Holly Maddux had been murdered by Ira Einhorn. From January 3^rd of 1979 until March, Pearce tried to get action from the Philadelphia police. The detective assigned to the case, Kenneth Curcio, was singularly unresponsive. J. R. Pearce went over his head and spoke directly with the Police Commissioner on March 7, of 1979. A new detective was assigned to the case, Michael J. Chitwood.

Chitwood, was a controversial "Dirty Harry" kind of guy who never even carried a gun, yet had been castigated as a "brutal inquisitor of homicide suspects" by a journalist for the Philadelphia Inquirer, resulting in his removal from the Homicide division. In a plot right out of a movie, the Einhorn case was his first Homicide assignment after being reinstated in the good graces of the department because of his work in hostage negotiations. Chitwood read Pearce's reports and also knew: Ira Einhorn was a murderer. He went to work to verify the information so he could draw up a search warrant.

Chitwood visited the city coroner and described to him the problem of the odor coming from Einhorn's closet. The coroner, Halbert Fillinger, told Chitwood "When you go to Einhorn's apartment, you're going to find a body there." Chitwood simply could not believe such an idea. Nobody in his right mind would keep the body on the premises. He was convinced that blood had been spilled, that it had soaked through the floor during a short period of time when the body may have been temporarily concealed in the closet, but surely, the body would be gone by now! After all, it had been 18 months. All he wanted was a search warrant to go in and take out the floor and submit it for testing to determine the presence of human blood and proteins. That was the most he was hoping for in the way of evidence.

On March 28, three weeks after being handed Pearce's findings, Michael Chitwood, Captain Patterson, three men from the Mobile Crime Unit, and two techs from the chemical lab, armed with crowbars, power tools, cameras, and a warrant, rang Ira Einhorn's buzzer at 3411 Race Street.

It was ten minutes to nine o'clock and Ira Einhorn was still sleeping He grabbed a robe and pressed the button to unlock the outside door. Chitwood and company were still climbing the stairs when Einhorn opened the door to his apartment and peered into the vestibule. He stood there in his opened robe, naked and exposed, exuding the repellant body odor for which he was notorious. (Ira believed he was a "godlike" being, and therefore, mere mortals ought to drink in, savor, and appreciate his bodily secretions.)

Detective Chitwood identified himself and told Ira that he had a search and seizure warrant. Einhorn laughed. "Search what?"

Chitwood was meticulous. There were going to be no mistakes here that could later invalidate the search warrant. He handed it to Einhorn and asked him to please read it carefully. It was 35 pages long. It basically said that the police had permission to search Einhorn's apartment for any evidence relating to the disappearance of Helen (Holly) Maddux.

Einhorn told the policemen his much repeated story, that he hadn't seen her since September of 1977 when she went out to do some shopping and didn't return. Einhorn was very calm and just asked if he could get dressed. "Certainly," he was politely told by Michael Chitwood.

A few days later Einhorn told a reporter:

My reaction was, what is this all about. And of course, I have very good control of myself. I immediately gave myself an autohypnotic command - just … cool it. Cool it and watch this as carefully as possible, which is what I did. Which to them translated into as my being nonchalant, but I was just being totally observant. Because I've been through [tough situations], I've faced guns, I've faced the whole thing. So if you don't act quickly, you can make a mess. I was not about to do anything. So I observed, literally, when they marched to the closet on the back porch.

The team of policemen had no real interest in the rest of the apartment, though Chitwood noted he had never seen a place with so many books. They went straight for the closet. The closet had a thick Master padlock on it and the detective asked Einhorn if he had a key to the closet. Ira said he didn't know where it was.

"Well, I'm going to have to break it [the lock], Chitwood said.

"Well, You're going to have to break it," Ira responded.

The photographers from the Mobile Crime Unit photographed the locked door. Then Chitwood broke the lock with a crowbar, and the door was photographed again.

The closet was 4.5 fee wide, 8 feet high, and just under 3 feet deep. The two foot wide shelves were jammed with boxes - some of which were marked "Maddux" - bags, shoes and other odds and ends. On the floor was a suitcase with the name "Holly Maddux" on it. Behind the suitcase was a black steamer trunk.

The interior of the closet was photographed before Detective Chitwood began removing the items one by one. As they were taken out, they were individually photographed and then examined. The boxes contained such things as kitchen items, clothing, schoolbooks, papers. The suitcase contained clothing and several letters to Holly Maddux that were more than two years old. Holly's handbag was in a box sitting on the trunk. Inside the bag was her driver's license and social security card.

Detective Chitwood noted an unpleasant odor as he continued to remove the items from the closet one by one, pausing for the photographers to record every move, every article. Ira had been walking back and forth between the main room of the apartment and the closet repeatedly while all this was taking place, and Chitwood later said that he thought he could sense fear rising in Einhorn. Einhorn himself would later say that he was merely in a "meditative state" - observing - and he was coming to the idea that this intrusion was connected to his "efforts to disseminate crucial information about top secret things like psychotronic weapons."

At this point, Michael Chitwood was ready to open the trunk. It was sitting on a piece of dirty, folded-up carpet. It measured 4.5 feet long, 2.5 feet wide, and 2.5 feet deep. It was locked. Again, Ira was asked for the key, and again he said he didn't have one. The trunk was photographed before and after the lock was broken. The odor assailed Chitwood as he opened the lid of the trunk. He asked for rubber gloves.

On top, inside the trunk, were newspapers. The latest date on them was September 15, 1977. Underneath the newspapers was shredded foam rubber packing material and wadded up plastic shopping bags. Chitwood began to scoop out the shredded foam. After three scoops he saw something - a wrist and five fingers - shriveled and dark like rawhide.

The coroner had been right. Detective Chitwood followed the hand down the arm to a cuff of a plaid flannel shirt, and then he backed away from the trunk. Pulling off his rubber gloves, he instructed one of his men to call the medical examiner. He went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and standing there was Ira Einhorn, maintaining his cool.

"We found the body. It looks like Holly's body," he told Ira.

"You found what you found, " said Einhorn.

At that moment, Detective Chitwood noticed some keys hanging from hooks on the wall in plain view. "What are these for?" he asked Ira. And Ira said "Maybe they fit the locks that you just broke." Chitwood took them and tried them in the locks. They fit.

Going back to the kitchen, Chitwood asked Ira "Do you want to tell me about it?"

"No."

Chitwood read Ira his Miranda rights. When he came to the part about the right to remain silent, Ira said: "Yes, I want to remain silent."

By this time, the medical examiner, an assistant district attorney, more homicide detectives, and J.R. Pearce had arrived. Cameras were flashing, power tools were being revved up to cut out the floor where the trunk had stood, and more search warrants were arriving authorizing more areas to be searched, more evidence to be retrieved. And through it all, Ira Einhorn was in a state that has been described as "eerie languor." He gave no resistance.

In deference to his prominence as a public figure, he was not handcuffed before he was escorted to the official car for transportation to the holding facility where he was booked for the murder of Helen (Holly) Maddux, aged 31 years old.

The Medical Examiner described the cause of death as "cranio-cerebral injuries to the brain and skull. There are at least ten or twelve fractures and maybe more." Her skull was broken under the left eye socket, a series of breaks in the skull on the left side, several broken and depressed broken places in front of her right ear, the right frontal bone of her forehead was smashed, as well as more breaks around the orbit of the right eye. Holly's lower jaw was broken so badly that part of it was driven into her mouth. According to the medical examiner, "the holes in the skull are so big you can't define how many times one area had been struck" presumably with a blunt object such as a lamp or a bottle. Six was the minimum, but likely more than twice that many.

In other words, Holly Maddux was probably already dead while Ira continued to vent his rage on her like a crazed 270 pound gorilla stomping on a rival and beating its chest. [No insult to gorillas intended. They are probably far more civilzed than Ira Einhorn.]

The reader, having read the facts of the case - the report of the thud and scream, the attempt by Ira to dispose of a trunk, the terrible odor coming from his apartment for many months, his contradictory claims and statements to friends and family, his concerns about the closet where the body was found, (of which there were many other notable examples in Levy's book), his failure to follow his habit to sub-let his apartment in the summer, even his little obstructive lies about the keys, and finally, the fact that the body was in HIS closet - KNOWS that Ira Einhorn murdered Holly Maddux, stuffed her body in a trunk and, when one feeble attempt to get rid of it failed, he returned it to the closet no later than September 15.

Anybody with two neurons in contact with one another would come to the same conclusion.

But, that is NOT what happened. Droves of people - public figures, people of wealth and taste, intellectuals - came to support Ira and declare that it was utterly impossible to even consider that he would harm a fly, much less Holly, whom he loved with all his heart.

Nobody seemed to pay attention to the curious fact that Ira was not the least upset that the body in the closet might be Holly's. Interviewed in jail by Howard Shapiro for the Philadelphia Inquirer, Einhorn went on the record saying:

"I have been outspoken all my life, but never have I been violent. I want to be very direct about this. I did not kill whoever was supposed to be in there. I am not a killer. I do not know if a body got in there - if it was a body."

And then he declared that he "still loved Holly."

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