Murder
On the morning of Sunday, May 4, 1919, at approximately 7:30, Harold Jackson, a resident of Brookfield, VT, came across Broadwell's body while on a morning walk. The body was lying face down in the Wheelock garden, off North Main Street. When found, the corpse was clothed only in "shoes, stockings, and kid gloves." Her clothing, hat, pocketbook, and Waltham watch were found within several feet of the body. The murder scene has been described as follows:
"Her hat was found 8 feet from her body; her Waltham watch 13 feet away, and her empty pocketbook, 5 feet beyond that. The gold watch, with its closed case and clasp, was etched with the initials L.P.C., her maiden name: Lucina Phillips Courser. When thrown from her body, the watch was still running. . . . There were clothes, including what were called “corsets,” under the body. A pile of other clothing was tossed in a heap nearby. Some of these articles were torn and when they were picked up, several buttons fell to the ground."
Lucina's hands were tied behind her back with one of her undergarments. A portion of her undergarments and a man's white handkerchief were tied around her neck; it was apparent from the marks on her neck that she had been strangled.
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