The Crossroads

The Greyhound Bus Incident

A Search for Justice

Compiled by

Sheriff James K. Jennings

September 2, 1983

I am composing this report to work through the remorse I feel over the deaths of Thomas O’Claire and his wife, Alice, whom I shot outside Spratling Manor, leaving their infant son, William, an orphan.

1958

Julius Spratling had a problem with his only child, his daughter, Gerda. At age twenty-two the woman had no romantic prospects and, being considered somewhat homely, seemed doomed to live out herdays as a spinster.

In an attempt to pacify his daughter, Julius Spratling hired a suitor: a cocky young custodian from his factory named Clint Eberhart.

Mr. Eberhart loved to flirt with the factory girls, often inviting them to join him for makeout sessions in an abandoned machine shop behind the factory.

Julius Spratling offered Mr. Eberhart a lucrative payday if he married Gerda. Mr. Eberhart agreed but failed to mention to Mr. Spratling that he was, in fact, already married.

Eberhart proposed to Gerda and their engagement was announced in all the local papers.

On the afternoon of June 21, 1958, a butler summoned Mr. Spratling to the telephone for a call from Sister Elizabeth Synnott. The nun ran a home for women in need in Middleford, Massachusetts. One of her residents had seen the engagement announcement in the newspaper and claimed that Clint Eberhart was her husband, who had abandoned her several months earlier, leaving her poor and destitute. She then told the nun that she was pregnant with Mr. Eberhart’s child.

Sister Elizabeth knew the girl named Mary making this accusation to be honest and trustworthy. She informed Mr. Spratling that she would publicly protest the upcoming nuptials.

Mr. Spratling challenged her. “Prove it,” he said. “Let this girl make these slanderous allegations to my face!”

Sister Elizabeth advised him that Mary (O’Claire) Eberhart would be coming down to North Chester on the next bus. She and two of her colleagues would serve as chaperones for the frightened young woman.

Mr. Spratling confronted Mr. Eberhart with this news. The fact that Mr. Eberhart was already married didn’t seem to trouble Mr. Spratling. The butler heard him declare, “I don’t care about that! A deal is a deal! Clean up your mess. You will marry my daughter, but first you must get rid of this other woman!”

Eberhart caught up to the bus when it made its regular stop at a filling station near Crawford. While several passengers boarded, Mr. Eberhart searched for Mary. When he saw where she was seated, he began to pound on her window and cursed her for trying to rob him of his “biggest paycheck ever.”

Six members of the United States Army who were passengers on the bus chased Eberhart away.

Mr. Eberhart, however, did not give up. He pursued the bus in his convertible.

At this point, the bus driver used atwo-way radio to make an urgent request for help. A Connecticut State Police motorcycle officer responded to the call.

Meanwhile, Mr. Eberhart took a shortcutto the intersection of Route 13 and Highway 31, where he presumably planned to force the bus to a stop so he could board it and “take care” of Mary. A charred swing-blade knife was found in the wreckage of his vehicle.

The motorcycle cop arrived at the crossroads first.

When Mr. Eberhart saw the police officer, he apparently changed his plan. No longer content to stop the bus, he drove toward the intersection in a manner clearly intended to run the Greyhound off the road.

Officer Mulgrew was hit by Eberhart’s speeding vehicle, fell face-first to the pavement, and became trapped underneath the chassis as the Thunderbird sped toward the bus in the crossroads.

However, after hitting the police officer and then the bus, Eberhart lost control of his own vehicle. His car flew up into the forest, where it plowed into a massive oak tree.

According to an eyewitness, the bus slid off the highway and came to rest in a cornfield, where it exploded like a “galdern ball of fire.”

The eyewitness put the time of death “for all them folks on the bus” at ten minutes before ten, “give or take a minute or two.”

Mary (O’Claire) Eberhart was the only survivor.

CONCLUSIONS

Miss O’Claire (she understandably reverted to her maiden name after the incident) first told me about these events when I went to offer her condolences on the death of her son, Thomas, the young man I shot outside Spratling Manor.

I told her I was sorry for what I had done. Much to my surprise, Miss O’Claire said it was all her fault.

Apparently, she had decided in June of 1983 (on the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Greyhound bus tragedy) to tell her son for the first time what his father (Mr. Clint Eberhart) had done.

Mary’s revelations had the unintended consequence of making Tommy covet the money Julius Spratling had promised Eberhart. He figured that as Eberhart’s only surviving heir, he was entitled to payment for the services his father performed back in 1958.

As you know, Mr. Spratling, you did not see matters the same way.

When Tommy threatened to disclose your long-buried secrets, you called the police and demanded that we take care of the situation. You claimed you were being blackmailed.

In truth, you knew Mary O’Claire was a recluse who would never tell anybody what you and Eberhart had conspired to do. Her son and his wife were your final threats. No wonder you were so pleased when I killed them both.

Shame on you, sir.

Their blood and the blood of all Eberhart’s victims is on your hands.

At that point in the narrative, the type changed color. It was no longer a blurry carbon copy but a black-ink original.

ADDENDUM

Yesterday, at eight p.m., I presented the original of this report to Mr. Julius Spratling. He told me he would read it.

Apparently, he did.

Last night, Mr. Spratling committed suicide.

I see no need to publicly tarnish the Spratling name or to reveal what I know to his only survivor, his daughter, Gerda, a woman who has spent so many years mourning the death of her “beloved” fiancé, perpetuating the lie initiated by her father.

Therefore, my report shall remain unpublished. The dead have been avenged. It is time for the living to move on.

I would, however, like to acknowledge those who helped me compile this report.

First, Ms. Mary O’Claire. It took a great deal of courage for her to relive that terrifying night.

I would also like to thank the newspaper reporters, the former Spratling Clockworks employees, the Greyhound bus personnel, the North Chester Public Library, and all those who helped me piece together the truth from 1958.

Finally, I would like to thank Mr. David Wilcox. As a young boy of ten, he was at the crossroads that night. This is the first time he has told anyone what he witnessed. In 1958, no one thought to ask the young boy any questions. After he read about the shootings of Tommy and Alice, he came forward to tell me everything he remembered about the original incident. I’m glad he did. If it wasn’t for Mr. Wilcox’s eyewitness account, we might never have known what actually happened at the crossroads.