Hollywood And American Obsession With Serial Killers, Part II
The Devil is My Sponsor
A murder in Philadelphia in 1895 implicated a man named H. H. Holmes, whose real name was Herman Mudgett. He passed himself off as a doctor and in his wake there were numerous deaths. Arrested for the Philadelphia murder, Holmes sat in jail while detectives in Chicago went through his three-story "hotel" there.
Not far from the site of the "White City," the name by which the 1892 Chicago World's Fair was known, Holmes had used his "castle" to let rooms to young women arriving in town to attend the fair. The building included soundproof sleeping chambers with peepholes, gas pipes, sliding walls, and vents that Holmes controlled from another room. Investigators found secret passages, false floors, rooms with torture equipment, and a specially equipped surgery. There were also greased chutes that emptied into a two-level cellar, and a very large furnace. Holmes would apparently place his chosen victims into the special chambers into which he then pumped lethal gas and watched them react. Sometimes he'd ignite the gas to incinerate them, or place them on the "elasticity determinator," to see how the human body would stretch. When finished, he presumably slid the corpses down the chutes into his cellar, where vats of acid and other chemicals awaited them. He would deflesh them and sell the bleached skeletons to medical schools.
To exonerate himself, Holmes decided to pen a book about his innocence, Holmes' Own Story, but no one believed him. He then wrote a confession, paid for by the Hearst newspaper syndicate, admitting to 27 murders. He insisted that he could not help what he'd done. "I was born with the Evil One as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into the world," he lamented. Yet he expressed no remorse.