How to Murder Your Wealthy Lovers and Get Away With It: Money & Mayhem in the Gilded Age
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What’s a gal to do when her loaded lover is getting to be a nuisance? Why, just murder him and take all his money, of course. If you want to be fabulously single with tons of cash, just follow the lead of the beautiful and conniving Minnie Wallace Walkup Ketcham, who left a trail of broken hearts, empty wallets, and corpses.
Minnie was just 16 when she stood trial in 1885 for the wrongful death of her first husband, a successful businessman and politician almost 40 years her senior. Despite overwhelming witness testimony that the Creole beauty from New Orleans had purchased the arsenic that killed him, Minnie’s own testimony brought the entire courtroom to tears. She was acquitted. Minnie returned to New Orleans with James Walkup’s fortune, life insurance, Civil War pension, and all the expensive clothes she had shipped home before he even died.
Minnie still didn’t have enough cash for her liking, so she successfully targeted, seduced, and murdered two more wealthy older men while evading justice in the courtroom (and escaping her lawyer’s fees, too). How to Murder Your Wealthy Lovers and Get Away With It is an extraordinary and off-the-wall true story of intrigue, scandal, and murder.
“Compelling and entertaining . . . A great guide to one of America’s most thrilling true stories.” —Mike Flannery, political editor, FOX 32 News Chicago
“This gossipy true crime account paints a comprehensive portrait of a woman shrouded in mystery.” —Publishers Weekly
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How to Murder Your Wealthy Lovers and Get Away With It - Jane Simon Ammeson
PROLOGUE
WHEN MINNIE WALLACE WALKUP, JUST SIXTEEN YEARS old, went on trial for poisoning James R. Walkup, her much older, very wealthy husband, there were two things the public and reporters who covered the sensational 1885 trial in Emporia, Kansas, could agree on. The first was that Minnie was exceptionally beautiful—a luscious, ripe southern belle with hints of Creole heritage. The second was that she was always, from the moment of her husband’s death, cool, collected, and composed.
How cool was she? Think glacier-like before global warming. But don’t take our word for it. Here’s how a reporter described the Walkup home on the day Walkup died after the autopsy was performed in couple’s bedroom—yes, that’s where they did them back then.
The Beauty’s Heartlessness
Emporia Daily News, Tuesday, November 10, 1885
The doctors cut him to pieces, removing his liver, heart, stomach, in fact removing nearly everything else. The bed was in a frightful condition, the remains were scattered about the room in vessels, and the air was horrible, and yet within an hour after the body had been taken downstairs, the widow went to the room, still uncleaned, locked herself in and proceeded to undress herself as calmly as if there was no ghastly evidence of death within a hundred miles of her.
Now that’s ice.
In late 1884, wealthy James Walkup, twice a widower, traveled from Emporia, Kansas, to New Orleans, ostensibly to attend the Cotton Exposition being held there that year but more likely to taste the delights of the Crescent City. He was fifty-two when he checked in to Elizabeth Wallace’s boardinghouse at 222 Canal Street in the French Quarter. Mrs. Wallace’s sensuously stunning daughter Minnie was only fifteen, but Walkup was thunderstruck and by the next morning had announced his intentions to marry her.
The courtship lasted longer than the marriage and required the bride-to-be and her mother to visit Emporia to check out Walkup’s properties and prospects. About eight months after they first met, Minnie and James were married. A month to the day of their nuptials, an autopsy showed his gruesome death was due to arsenic poisoning.
John Ketcham, a rich Chicago clubman and Minnie’s second groom, was in his sixties when she was twenty-seven or so. This marriage lasted somewhat longer—he made it two months after they married. Some thought his death might have been due to poison, but it was attributed to cirrhosis of the liver.
During his illness, Minnie had kept him virtually a prisoner in her home while keeping an apartment down the street where she entertained gentlemen callers.
Minnie wasn’t married to her third lover, DeLancey Louderback, when he died of strychnine poisoning, though she was heir to a quarter of his once considerable estate. It was said that she’d sent him the vial of the poison to use as a sleeping draught. It sure did cause a deep, permanent slumber.
Why did she marry men old enough to be her grandfather?
Their knowledge of life fascinates me,
she replied to inquiring newsmen. A man must know how to woo a woman to win me—and young men have not the experience.
She was less concise when asked by authorities why she bought the arsenic that had caused Walkup’s death. Minnie had many stories. She couldn’t remember buying it. She bought it to lighten her complexion. She needed it to mix with urine to take a stain out of her dress. Or maybe, she speculated, he had bought it and poisoned himself. Memory failed Minnie about what had happened, and the members of the all-male jury, though they didn’t really believe her but hesitant to condemn a woman, voted to set her free.
In John Ketcham’s last months, the doctors had tried to keep him from drinking. Minnie had a different theory of medicine. He needed the liquor she smuggled into his sickroom, she said when confronted with her actions, to keep him alive. When his angry relatives, sure that this black widow had killed him, asked where the will and marriage license were, she couldn’t really remember.
Oh, there was so much she couldn’t recall.
I don’t remember,
she testified over and over, remaining composed while avoiding the truth. No, she really didn’t recall asking the maid to say she was going out to buy butter when she went to purchase poison instead. She forgot entire conversations with two pharmacists who inquired why she was buying arsenic.
Besides amnesia, her other weapon was alternative fiction.
Canned oysters, not the arsenic she was stockpiling, were what ended Walkup’s life on that hot August day. She probably had also forgotten that after he ingested the oysters, she volunteered to go downtown to buy him a soda pop, stopping at yet another drugstore. There she bought more poison—spending twenty-five cents for four ounces of a highly toxic type, though pharmacist Ben Wheldon told her that most ladies using arsenic to lighten their complexion bought Fowler’s Solution, which contained less than 1 percent of the poison. She certainly forgot to sign the book stating the purpose for her purchase before she walked out.
But it didn’t seem to really matter what lovely Minnie Wallace Walkup—she of the dark Madonna eyes, who was celebrated for her loveliness since she was very young—forgot. The all-male jury seemed enthralled, as did others in the courtroom, including the judge and John Jay, another older man who had promised his fortune to free her. Even when the evidence piled up against her and the courtroom crowd seemed to turn against her, Minnie was always able to win her audience back.
Sure, there was the incident with William Born, a neighbor who attended the wedding party when the new Mr. and Mrs. J. R. Walkup returned home. He developed symptoms of arsenic poisoning after accepting a beer from Walkup that Minnie had prepared for her husband. Born survived and later stated he believed he was the accidental victim of a dose meant for the new groom.
And yes, Minnie spent more time on sewing her mourning dress than in actually mourning the loss of her spouse.
When Dr. Jacobs, who had just come from the deathbed of her husband, asked to see all the powders she had collected from her many drugstore visits, she immediately agreed to fetch the box that she kept in her room.
But—oh, no!—as she was carrying the box in her finely shaped hands, it slipped from her grasp, the fine powders drifting all over the dress she was wearing and down the stairs she had been descending. While she tried scraping the spilled medicines back into the box (an impossible job), Dr. Jacobs, who suspected poison, took some of the particles for testing. Would you be surprised to learn that it was arsenic? No? We didn’t think so.
It didn’t matter. All who attended the trial always reverted to the impossibility of such a lovely widow committing such a heinous act. One of the male jurors told reporters he was haunted by the thought of sending the beautiful widow to the gallows.
As for the poisoning of DeLancy Louderback, a rich industrialist, which also took place in Chicago, authorities didn’t even bother to charge her, despite testimony that she had supplied the vial containing the cyanamide that caused his death. Maybe they were tired of trying to get a jury to hold Minnie accountable.
The deaths laid at her feet didn’t seem to slow her down.
She collected her inheritances, spending the money gleefully on lush living, expensive clothes (she liked to sparkle in jewels, form-fitting gowns, and peacock feathers when she went out on the town), and frequent trips to Europe. When money was tight, a new husband was found. When he died, she again lived lavishly. Between husbands, there were always men at her beck and call. A married former governor of Louisiana and US senator took her on a long trip out west after the jury in Emporia let her walk free. She was a niece, he sometimes told people, and Minnie said they were chaperoned by the senator’s sister—though no one ever saw the woman at all. No one believed that story.
She was his daughter, said DeLancy Louderback when he traveled to Europe with Minnie and his desperately ill wife of thirty-three years, but no one believed that either.
DeLancy, before he ingested poison, spent $1 million just to furnish a house in Chicago he built for her (at a cost of another million), and when our Minnie decided she didn’t want to live there—indeed, never set foot in the home after it was completed—he set her up in a tony place on Eighty-Eighth Street in New York City. He also gave her endless amounts of money, over $3 million in all.
If you’re looking for stories with moral endings, of comeuppances resulting in poverty and despair or repentance, reform, and finding solace and peace in religion, the story of Minnie Wallace Walkup Ketcham Keating isn’t for you.
If she was guilty of all she was accused of, then there wasn’t any righteous payback. Minnie outlived all of her contemporaries. The other beautiful but soiled doves she counted as her friends grew dissipated, their prettiness soon gone. Lacking financial sense and in the end their good looks, they were soon left with nothing.
Not Minnie. Though she disappeared from the relentless newspaper accounts of her first five decades, she lived to the grand old age of eighty-eight, dying on May 10, 1957, and was buried at Mount Hope Cemetery in San Diego her death certificate bearing the names she chose, somewhat oddly, at the end: "Estelle (aka Estella) Minnie Keating (aka Ketchum [sic])."
When I first started researching Minnie’s story, I thought it was her exceptional beauty—which she held on to for so long in those days before Botox, diet supplements, and plastic surgery—that helped her escape prison or the hangman’s noose. While her beauty certainly helped, there was also an intangible quality about her that comes across even now, more than a century later. She was bright and well educated; she played piano and could sing. But her greatest talent was in knowing how to enchant rich and powerful men. Her inner workings seemed inscrutable to the people who knew her when she lived, and she remains that way today. She partied with courtesans and the men who frequented their soirees, but she never was considered of their lower-class ilk. She most likely murdered and definitely blackmailed, committed forgery and fraud, stole, and manipulated. Her plots were complex and besides murder involved forged wills, bonds and stocks, raiding her lover’s safe deposit box as he lay dying, an attempted incineration of her stepdaughter and then an effort to implicate her in the murder of her own father, and impersonation (her butler, heavily disguised, stood in as groom for her second wedding ceremony).
She was always cool, calm, and unfazed. Nerve,
The Little Lady a Brick,
But She Stands a Cross-Fire without Shrinking
ran the bold headlines about Minnie’s composure. Even when, at age sixteen, she was widowed, charged with murder, and forced to testify in court in front of hostile crowds, the convent-schooled girl never lost her composure. (Yes, it’s true. Our Minnie studied with both the Ursuline nuns and the sisters at the St. Louis Institute in New Orleans. Oh, those poor nuns—though they taught her to write and read, they certainly had little impact on her soul.)
Indeed, she seemed so confident, her bearing so erect and her demeanor such that even though her testimony was a mishmash of half-truths, evasions, and outrageous lies, she never betrayed anxiousness, nor did she ever seem to entertain the thought the jury might find her guilty. Whereas even the innocent (and maybe she was but, come on, what are the odds?) might quail before prosecutors eager to convict, Minnie just sashayed through those inquests and courtrooms, taking her place in the witness box dressed in the latest and most fashionable of styles and composedly answered their harsh and demanding questions. She often turned her head to look directly at the jury when responding, making sure to meet their eyes and, oh, did those jurymen love that. Husbands left their wives and abandoned their families for her. No matter the destruction she left behind, the only pains she ever mentioned in the countless stories about her were the death of her mother and the loss of her mysterious third husband, Keating, the dashing British captain who might never have existed.
She appeared as composed as if she had no connection with the case,
wrote one newspaper reporter on October 23, 1885, as numerous druggists testified about her purchases of arsenic and store clerks told about her spending thousands a day. Then, it was her turn to testify. We’ll let the court reporters tell that story.
She Made the Jurymen Weep
The (New York) World News, Wednesday 17, 1897
The climax of the case was reached when Mrs. Walkup was placed on the stand. Before she finished giving testimony the lawyers, jurymen and judge wept, and the stenographer’s eyes were blinded so that he could not see to write.
The girl who had been befriended only by one man had captured the hearts of all, and they were ready to swear that she was innocent of the crime laid at her door. A verdict of acquittal was returned.
It wouldn’t be the last time Minnie worked her wiles to escape the clutches of the law, and it probably wasn’t the first.
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TRUE LOVE NEVER RUNS SMOOTH
The Death of a New Groom
He died very suddenly. I am in trouble, as you will see by morning dispatches. Mrs. J. R. Walkup.
Those were the words Elizabeth Wallace read when she opened the telegram delivered to 222 Canal Street, her home in the French Quarter of New Orleans.
Mrs. J. R. Walkup was the name of her sixteen-year-old daughter, who had, exactly one month to the day previous, married James R. Walkup, a successful politician and businessman almost forty years her senior. But why would Minnie send such a formal missive from their home in Emporia, Kansas, and what type of trouble could she be in?
Big trouble as it turned out. In fact, she was in trouble even before Walkup, the