Dedicated to my crime author friend, Sue Coletta, whose excellent blog is chock-full with tips for crime authors, today’s post will introduce you to the Honorable Gustav Scholer; the now forgotten first Head Coroner of NYC. It is based on research conducted by Luke Spencer of Atlas Obscura.
In 1905, Scholer, an immigrant from Baden in Germany, was 54 years old, and had been head Coroner for the city for only three years. The role of the Coroner was an extremely powerful one. Where deaths were deemed to be suspicious and unattended (that is to say, no doctor was present at the moment of death) they were investigated by the Coroner. They had the power to arrest people, halt burials, order autopsies and exhumations, all in order to determine the cause of death. Evidence would be presented at an inquest with a Coroner’s Jury and if foul play was unearthed, the case would be handed back to law enforcement.
At the turn of the last century, New Yorkers found myriad unusual ways to meet a premature demise. Dr. Scholer’s annual report to the mayor in 1902 recorded that there were 5,846 new cases, broken down into “sudden deaths from natural causes (3,586), accidental violence (1,965), suicide (470), homicides (231)”.
The causes of the deaths Scholer investigated included “illuminating gas, both accidental and suicide, opium poisonings, deaths from cutting throat, setting fire to clothing, overdoses of morphia and laudanum, pistol shots, stabbings, and deaths following illicit abortions.” His investigations took him from the tenements of the Lower East Side to the glittering world of the upper classes.
Responsible for investigating the city’s suspicious deaths, and examining the mental pathologies of accused criminals who claimed insanity, Scholer meticulously kept and filed away his murder case notes, autopsies, newspaper clippings, psychiatric profiles, unclaimed personal affects of the deceased and anonymous tip-off letters.
After he died, his wife donated his papers to the New York Public Library, where it remains in their archives. The largely unknown collection offers a fascinating glimpse of Edwardian forensic pathology, written by the investigating physician himself.
The Mystery of the Murdered Madame, October 1905
In 1905, Dr. Scholer was reading his morning mail when he opened a disturbing letter. Written in spidery handwriting and signed cryptically from someone calling themselves “Justice,” it read:
Mrs. Margaretta Todd was murdered—she did not meet her death by accident. The crime was plotted in New York and carried out in Philadelphia, to which city she was lured.
Mrs. Margaretta Todd came from the moneyed Von Hoffman family. In her youth, she was said to be well acquainted with Parisian society, and known for her vibrant red hair and vivaciousness. With her wealth, estimated to be worth around $1,000,000 in real estate and jewels, she built a lavish seven-story building in the heart of the old Tenderloin district on West 26th Street and rented out its apartments.
At the time of her suspicious death, Margaretta was 76 years old, according to the Pennsylvania coroner’s office. Who would want to murder his elderly woman, and how? The tip continued:
Upon arrival in Philadelphia, Mrs Todd was met and put into a carriage … she was a drinking woman. In the carriage she was given several drinks, dosed with knock-out drops. She was driven to Fairmount Park. When the drug had taken effect she was taken from the carriage led along the side of the railroad track and in the darkness hurled down a steep embankment right in front of an oncoming train.
Scholer started his investigation by wiring his counterpart in Philadelphia, Coroner Thomas Dugan. The man told him that two employees of the Philadelphia and Reading Railroad had, indeed, found a body on the tracks who, from items in her possession, had been identified as Mrs Margaretta Todd, a widow “residing at 29 West 26th St., your City.” The story had even been picked by the Press there.
Her head had been crushed and both legs severed below the knees. Remarkably, it was noted that Mrs. Margaretta Todd’s fingers, wrists, ears, and neck were still covered in jewels. Within days of this gruesome discovery, Gustav Scholer had the viscera taken from her body and brought back to New York for investigation.
Chemical analysis showed evidence of chloral hydrate, the “knock-out drops” the tip-off letter had mentioned. Dr. Scholer began investigating the life of Mrs. Todd to see why a seemingly harmless widow would suffer what he was by now treating as a cold-blooded murder.
After subpoenaing Margaretta’s Todd recent correspondence, he discovered that the old lady had had been summering in Atlantic City, from where she wrote to George Armory, the building manager of the Von Hoffman. One of Todd’s letters, filed in the Scholer archives, contains this passage:
That dirty dog wrote me a saucy letter, but by the Gods I gave him a dose he will carry to his grave … tear this up after reading.
But who was this “dirty dog” she wrote of? One of the building’s tenants was her lawyer, Ingersoll Lockwood. Scholer’s investigation began to unearth troubling evidence concerning the nature of the relationship between Mrs. Todd and Lockwood, who was apparently living rent-free in the Von Hoffman building.
It emerged that a will, written in 1902, virtually disinherited her kin, leaving the proprietorship of the building and the bulk of her vast wealth to Lockwood.
By 1905, however, Mrs. Todd seemed to be losing faith in her lawyer. Writing again to Armory from Atlantic City, she ordered him to tell Lockwood that she was re-writing her will. Desperately worried that he was on the verge of being cut him out of her fortune, Lockwood, together with Jeannie Paine, a companion of Todd’s, paid a visit to the widow’s physician, where the pair claimed “their dear old friend was acting strangely and that she certainly must be out of her head. Wouldn’t it be better if she were put in an asylum?”
Beset with rage, Todd ordered Armory to throw Lockwood out of the Von Hoffman:
On Thursday night, October 26, 1905, Margaretta informed her new lawyer, George Gordon Hastings, that she had written her new will. The two made arrangements to meet the following day to sign it.
At Scholer’s inquest, a Mrs G.W. Moe was called as a witness. Her testimony stated that:
Mr Armory called at our house on Friday October 27th at 5pm in an excited state and asked where Mrs. Todd was. My husband replied that we had not seen her. He said ‘she has gone without signing her will’. When he left he said he would send out a police arm for her.
Within a few hours, Margaretta Todd’s mutilated body was found on the railroad track.
The court case over the will would stretch into 1906, with the fortune eventually passing to Margaretta’s daughter. But despite Scholer’s efforts, and the circumstantial evidence pointing at Lockwood and Paine, the murder would never be solved. The Von Hoffman building still exists today, with a Dominican restaurant on the ground floor and apartments above, but the brutal murder of its one-time owner is all but forgotten.
All primary sources courtesy of the Dr. Gustav Scholer collection, Manuscripts and Archives Division New York Public Library, Astor, Lenox, and Tilden Foundations. For even more Scholer cases, read the full post on Atlas Obscura. You can read the full story of the mystery surrounding Mrs. Todd’s death on Suitcase Full of Memories.
In talking with family members who knew Mr. Louis Todd, the alleged husband of Mrs. Margaretta Todd, Louis used to travel by train to the New Jersey shore where his family had a home. There is a family myth that he and his niece were on the same train as that of Mrs. Todd. The Mrs. Todd our family new about was my great-great aunt, Medora Sanford Todd. She lived a socially vibrant and religious life, and served as the post master for Perth Amboy after her father’s death. I have uncovered passports, census records and newspaper clippings that imply a triangle of deceit. I am excited to learn of these coroner reports, which may help us piece together the story of the alleged Mrs. Margaretta Todd.
Thanks for sharing.
You’re kidding! That’s amazing – thank you for sharing!!
I must admit I do enjoy reading true crime stories 😀
So glad to hear it 🙂
What a fascinating post. Some gruesome history here.
Indeed 🙂
Fantastic story! 🙂
I thought so, too 🙂
🙂
What a fascinating story! Non fiction can be very compelling!
Absolutely 🙂
Goes to show, real life is stranger than fiction. What a story. o_O
As Charles pointed out, it *would* make for a great TV show 🙂
*nods* Might it for real?
If it were up to me… 🙂
Fascinating tale, Nicholas! Old crime fighting stories are full of depth & uncovered twists! All without DNA! Chryssa
Who needs DNA when you have such a glorious mustache… 🙂
Aw, you are too sweet! I absolutely LOVED this post. The cryptic letters, the hunt for a killer, good stuff! And so well written. 🙂 You made my day. Thank you!
A pleasure! I was hoping you’d enjoy it 🙂
So fascinating and gruesome! People can do some pretty aweful things to one another. It does make for an interesting story, though!
We authors would be out of work otherwise, right? 🙂
Just thinking about how awesome a TV show on this guy would be. Police procedural shows are rather boring after a while, but having the main character be the coroner might be more interesting. Especially if you put it in the early 1900’s.
I wish I knew any TV producers 🙂
Same here. An elusive breed unless you have something they want.
Isn’t that always the case? Just ask your bank for a loan, if you don’t believe me… It seems they only give them to those who already have money 🙂
I’ve noticed. Strange system.
Mr Scholer must have had a very interesting life. This was a suitably gruesome tale, no doubt one of many he encountered during his career.
Best wishes, Pete.
Glad you enjoyed it, my friend 🙂
Oof ! What a tale- read it all in one take and with bated breath- wonderful story and thanks for writing it so well and sharing it.
Susie
The credit goes to Atlas Obscura, but I’m happy you enjoyed my summary 🙂
A fascinating tale. Such a shame no-one was ever brought to justice for the murder.
Hugs
It goes to show you that truth is not always neat 🙂