Evelyn Romadka: The Vampire Queen

Known as the Vampire Queen, she was to her agents what Jalow was to the strippers in hustlers. She kept her girls dressed in the finest clothes and dining in the chicast hotels. She kept them safe and secure and gave them a better life than they could have ever dreamt of. And this was actually kind of common. We just don't hear about it as much because the majority of historical records, focuses on the offences and actions of men. Hi guys and welcome back to Hot History, your corner of the internet where we cover all the things in history that you probably should know, but don't. I'm Ainslie Harvey, your hot historian here ready to chat about a tale for both my history and my crime lovers. I've been seeing your DMs. Deva, give us a bit of dark history, give us some, you know, crime mysteries. I am answering your calls today with a story of high society, millionaires, personality disorders, cat burglars, love affairs and one of my personal favourite guys. An all female criminal organisation that ends with its leader disappearing, rather appropriately, like a thief in the night. This is the story of the vampire queen, so let's get into it by rewinding it all the way back to Wisconsin in the late 1880s where we meet one Evelyn Cain. Now she is the daughter of a very successful and wealthy Wisconsin rubberman called PJ Cain, whose career gave the family a comfortable upbringing. They were by no means that like, guilt and age, new money, wideners at Lindwood Hall or Vanderbilt or Rockefeller, so nothing like that, but they were pretty well off. Despite this, however, we don't actually know a lot about them as was the case for the majority of these upper-middle class families. But what we do know is that Evelyn's youth was pretty standard average, if you will. There's very little to note of her, say for the fact she was pretty, because apparently that's the only thing that matters when it comes to young women, and she was rather smart, becoming a schoolteacher around the age of just 12 or 13. Now it was this job that would see her make one of the most important connections in her life. That of young Charles Remadcar, who she came across while walking to school one morning through the northwards of Wisconsin. So he was part of a hunting party she encountered and it turned out was actually the air to a wildly successful trunk business, the thing you use for storage, not Kevin Client's just FYI, and soon the pair fell in love, and despite his family's initial apprehension, they quickly married. Now these first few years were bliss. They were evenly matched in temperament and shared similar desires for their future, and their love was genuinely real. The only thing of note between them was their different hobbies. Charles, on one hand, liked working and hunting, spending his time between his family and associates, while Evelyn was introspective and loved literature. In the pages of books and pamphlets, she would escape into exotic lands and dive into devious plots, with mystery novels particularly taking her fancy. From Agatha Christie-esque who done it to true crime reporting in the papers, Evelyn was fascinated by the heroic detectives and deceptive criminals whose lives seemed destined to intertwine. Basically, she would have loved Annette Fleek's murder cult. Serial killer show guys should have been all in for it. Still though, as I said, despite their differences in past times Evelyn and Charles were genuinely smitten, and it seemed nothing would stop them from enjoying their lives together. At least that's what they thought. So soon Evelyn was pregnant, and while totally and absolutely overjoyed at the prospect of having her own family, it was not an easy pregnancy. During this point in history, and to be honest, let's be so for real, even still now, society views pregnancy as a largely private "women's" matter. Discussions about our medical experiences have always been considered improper, hence the disparity in women's health and research today. Compare this with the fact that the late Victorian era was still plagued by limited medical knowledge and pregnant women were still expected to continue household duties, pregnancy was a very dangerous business. Childbirth too, of course, was just as perilous with limited pain relief and many women giving birth at home without trained professionals, therefore increasing the risk of infection and bleeding. So this was, and still is, guys pretty precarious. Unfortunately for Evelyn, the effects of childbirth extended well after she had safely delivered her child. While we don't know for certain what actually happened here, we do know that Evelyn had a difficult birth, which led to severe postnatal depression, after which she was subjected to a botched medical procedure to help cure this. Yes, guys, another gift in inverted commas for anybody listening. And the Victorian era is, of course, the stereotypes and stigma of women's mental health, aka, melancholia. First written about by Drs. Colin Pennell and S. Grille, the term melancholia was used from the late 18th century to the end of the 19th century, to encompass depression in any and all forms, and the treatments for it were, well, let's just say, unusual. Starting from swings and hanging chairs to bring about vertigo, nausea and vomiting to pouring cold water on naked patients to shock and subdue them we used. But the treatments for women in particular were absolutely fucking brutal, especially when it came to what they dubbed postnatal melancholia. To be honest, more often than not, these women were actually just thrown away in insane asylum and locked out of society forever, but sometimes, like in Evelyn's case here, doctors performed actual surgery in an attempt to fix them. And their main hypothesis here, the thing that they determined would be the fix would cure them, was that the female reproductive organs were connected to the emotional and physical wellbeing centres of the body, and were therefore the most likely cause of women's mental health. So basically, your ovaries are what's giving you anxiety, or like your uterus is a thing making you depressed, right? As such, if we just take it out, then you'll be fine. For us to say, it's obviously insane to think about, like, you know, it's some, it's some amass or tumour which is altering the brain's chemistry, but this was genuinely the belief of the time, one which saw his directives over your otomy and clitoridectomies become common procedures for "curing" melancholia. This of course, like I said, is just absolutely barbaric, and postnatal depression now is commonly treated with talk therapy and antidepressants and very, very normal, but back in the 1890s, it was seen as a curse and one which Evelyn was struck with. Now we don't know what kind of procedure she had done almost so, you know, was done to her, but we do know it was botched and she found herself drastically ill. She was struck down by fever and pain and delirious ramblings which went on for months. Unsure how to help his suffering wife and taking the advice of further doctors, Charles authorized another operation on Evelyn, which left her, to no surprise, with even more pain and trauma. So pausing here for a second, I do think based on this, we can deduce the second surgery was likely a complete and total hysterectomy, so absolutely brutal, she's in her 20s here guys, and losing her uterus ovaries everything that's crazy. Eventually though, the pain subsided and Evelyn's body healed, but her mind would be forever fragmented. Over the course of the next few months, she became less interested in her normal life, and while trying her absolute best to be a good wife and a good mother, the charade could only go on for so long. Soon, the bubbly young woman was gone, replaced by something, or should I say someone else? Yes, you see guys, this is a true version of the movie split, but obviously, like without James McAvoy being a war climbing beast thing, because Evelyn's various medical procedures had given her what was later diagnosed as extreme personality change, and the personality she adopted was out of a criminal. As I said at the top here, she loved reading thrillers and crime pamphlets, and in her recovery, this is what she consumed. Reading Blake's yellow pages, which was basically like an encyclopedia of different crimes of the time, Evelyn became more introspective, at her prior interest in criminal activity evolved into a full, blown obsession, telling her husband her soul desire was to "meet real crooks". Still, she fought these urges, but after five years she couldn't take it anymore, impact a bag in the middle of the night, and set off for Chicago. Full of its fair share of criminals and miscreants, the windy city was the perfect place for Evelyn to start over, and she decided to take up base at the Victoria Hotel. tell. It was fancy and fabulous and for whatever reason she was drawn to it, which in a string of fate is where she met cleaner Albert Jones. Now he was tall, dark-skinned and handsome, and instantly called Evelyn's eye, although not for any of the aforementioned traits. Rather, it was his watch. He saw Evelyn first came across Albert in the hotel lobby and asked for the time. He responded by pulling out a small, fancy, ladies pocket watch, which she instantly realised was stolen. This was what she had waited for, longed for, desired for in every single way. A criminal. Now face to face with her dream come true, Evelyn had a choice. Be satisfied with ticking this off her bucket list or, follow Albert down this dark and dangerous path. She of course chose the latter and recalled to Lieutenant James V. Larkin that this was the day she came face to face with my dreams. And by the time that same pocket watch ticked over to the afternoon, the two began, both asexual and criminal, affair. So what was they hustle then? Well, with his job at the hotel, putting him in proximity to the wealthy and his role as a cleaner, providing him covered to be in their rooms, Albert had mastered the art of burglary, which he, in turn, tore Evelyn. She took up a similar role, as a maid, and began learning where to look for hotel patrons valuables, exactly how much of them to take and most importantly, how to explain it all away. After all, no one notices the woman there to change her sheets and towels. This gave Evelyn the thrill of her life. But she wasn't happy with the takings after all. People don't travel with their most valuable possessions. They leave them at home in safes and deserters. So she began searching ad columns in local papers for work amongst the wealthy families of Chicago. At this point, she is still working with Albert, but this is kind of her own like first hustle. And her plan here is to pose as the maid of these wealthy couples, staying in one place long enough to find out where the family held their valuables, before she, and a small percent of the goods, then vanished into the night. And when I say goods, he guys, I mean one thing in particular. Jules. Evelyn Romadkar never met a shiny object she didn't like, from diamonds to rubies and Colombian emeralds to gold bands Evelyn was an addict, and her ice was carbon made. So once she'd taken these Jules, of course, under a fake name and never enough, like I said, to be noticeable at first, she would give them to Albert who acted as her fence, selling them off for cash. And this was a pretty successful arrangement, similar to Bonnie and Clyde, but without the mass violence and death just. Just Jule theft, you know, really low key here. Eventually though, her eyes were too big for her belly, and her obsession for more drove her to ratchely enter the premises, at 5 5 20 South Park Avenue, after she spotted an unlocked door. So this is a big break from her normal hustle and pattern here, right? There's no planning. There's no established story. It's just pure greed and instincts. She spots this door, she goes in, and like lets herself loose inside. Here she ransacks every single room, looking for whatever shiny things caught her eye, until she finally found the holy grail. A large alligator-skinned pocketbook full of the family's entire jewelry collection. This is her ocean's eight moment. Like I imagine her opening this pocketbook and like sunbeams and the heavens just beaming out of it. And the thrill is stilling them not by breaking, but still, you know, entering was the cherry on top. And just like that, she stuck it under her arm and she walked out the door, right in the street unnoticed and unidentified. Now as you can imagine, this is quite the shock for the residents Mr and Mrs Beck, who upon returning home and finding they'd been robbed, blind, immediately called the Chicago Police Department. They then send out their best officer, Lieutenant Larkin, who took a report of their comings and goings, staff ledges, and a detailed description of everything that had been taken. But ultimately, the trail ran cold. Evelyn left no physical evidence on the scene and as I said, you know, she wasn't identified, leaving the property, you know, I do genuinely think about this all the time. How easy it must have been for criminals back in the day. Like there's no alarms, there's no CCTV footage, there's no listening devices or phones or like dashcams, any of that. Like we have this very, I think idealized way of thinking about past societies, you know, they're they're more pure, they're full of good people and good neighbours, but they were probably all doing shady shit, just never got caught, because there's no cameras on shit, you know. Like Evelyn just walks in and out and that's it, it's wild. Anyway, back to Lieutenant Larkin, who has no leads or clues or idea who could have done this, he's he's feeling kind of shit, he's feeling kind of down about himself guys. He's one of Chicago's best officers, but he's kind of left with his dick in his hand a bit. So he decides to go and drink his sorrows away at the Baltimore Inn, one of Chicago's most fashionable and fancy hotels. And while he's here, like I said, eating and mainly drinking his sorrows away, his eyes lock on a gorgeous young woman. Set at the table all alone, she was glowing, but this wasn't necessarily what caught the Lieutenant's eye. It was rather what was at her table. A large alligator-skinned pocketbook put on display like a trophy or a piece of art. Yeah, you see, after the easiest pull of the century, Evelyn decided to treat herself. And of all the gin joints, in all the world, she happened to walk into the one where a defeated Lieutenant Larkin sat. He was stunned, at first, as like I said, she made no attempt to hide the pocketbook, after all, no one by him would know what was inside. Larkin was sure though that this was his cat burglar, and as such followed her home that evening, before launching an investigation the following morning. Now, I'm not sure exactly who he was expecting Evelyn to be here, but one thing's for certain, based on the reporting. He wasn't expecting her to be Mrs. Remadka, a Wisconsin High Society lady with a deep set personality disorder and a love of Deving. And so, as is expected in this case, she was arrested, and her husband, Charles, was notified of his missing wife's whereabouts. Yeah, you see, he didn't really know what happened to Evelyn after she left Wisconsin, like he also didn't lodge a missing person's report or try very hard to find her. So he's really shocked to find that she was one, totally fine. Two, had been working as a maid, and three, was a master thief. And of course, the shock didn't end there. Bursting through the police station doors, Charles perhaps thought as sight of him before his wife would like shock her back into her old self, but the contrary was true. When she saw him, she boldly declared before the entire station of officers, that she preferred her new lover Albert over him and ordered him to leave at once. Such a savage move, kind of obsessive of it. The result for Charles, though, was obviously humiliating, and he soon followed the divorce and custody of his daughter. He hoped that this would adequately distance himself from the scandal, but when Evelyn's arrest reached the papers, his brothers axed him from the family business, after which he was forced to take up work as a turnstile operator at an amusement park for $10 a week, so quite a fall from grace here. So at this point, Evelyn's arrested, and it's time for her trial, which lasted a whole 11 minutes. Yeah, this was quite the, um, L Woods, like where you got in the shower level spectacle here, which basically started off with Evelyn flat out refusing to give up the name or even acknowledge that she had a partner in crime, because she wanted the full glory or blame, depending on which side of the aisle you're on, for her crimes, after which she was then found guilty and sent straight to prison. The police, of course, though, knew this couldn't be the case and were determined on finding her accomplice, so they ransacked Evelyn's apartment, which was squeaky clean. Again, there's many crime books consumed for her to know the drill here. But by a stroke of luck, Lieutenant Locke and kicked over a book and a piece of paper came flying out. He bent it down, picked it up, turned it over, and low and behold, a phone number was on it. He called the line and a woman picked up, claiming to be the wife of a man named Albert. Locke and asked when Albert would be home and she said that he was away and didn't know when he would return. Knowing that this was obvious cod's wallop, Locke and then listened in on the next call, which to the surprise of no one listening along was to Albert, who told her to hide the contents of the trunk upstairs. This was the smoking gun that Locke needed, and as such, he had his men stolen the property, seized the trunk and bring it to him at the stop. where jewels, cash, and art totaling approximately $25,000 US dollars at the time were entered into evidence. Having finally found an arrested Albert in the days that followed, things went from weird to weeder in this case. Instead of deflecting blame, Albert confessed that he acted as "evilans negro master" asserting an "evil influence" over her to commit the crimes. The papers went berserk on the story, spreading tales of the "white woman's negro friend" which only engulfed Evelyn in further scandal. Now, we don't know whether this was Albert's attempt to shift the blame from Evelyn or whether the "Negro master" title was merely fabrication by prejudice officers and members of the press, which is highly likely given the time. But we do know that Evelyn absolutely fucking hated it. While she later confirmed that Albert's criminality sent a strange thrill through her, the idea that he was responsible for her criminal genius was not only incorrect, but in her eyes, insulting, which makes sense of what happened next. In prison, Evelyn is an exemplary inmate. Truly, the perfect prisoner here, she joined hobby groups, she took extra laundry service, she kept to herself, and as such was released from prison after just a few years after which she kind of vanished. No one heard from her, there was no, you know, she wasn't popping up on police radars, there was no big kind of red flags here. And it seemed that perhaps her stint in prison had maybe even triggered her old personality back. But all of those thoughts were put to rest in July 1911 when Kansas City millionaire Edmund Gatlin stumbled into a local police precinct, claiming he was drugged and robbed by a woman he'd met the night before. Now, this wasn't a new tale. In fact, it was a string of common occurrences that had started almost 18 months prior, where wealthy men found themselves waking up with heavy heads and empty pockets after prior meetings with the old ladies. This led the police to believe that these weren't coincidences, but rather the work of a systematic, organized crew who would seduce these men, drug them, and then rob them blind. And as such, they were dubbed the vampire women. Now, this was truly infuriating for the police, because night after night these men would come into the station and despite showing them mugshot after mugshot in these big books of various women who were convicted of prior crimes, none of them could identify the lady they'd met. They were ghosts, phantoms, hence the term vampire. And this went on for almost two years, no clues, no idea, no evidence, until Mr. Gatlin of Kansas City identified one Evelyn Romatico. You see, having gotten out of prison, Evelyn's fury of Albert taking credit for her thefts made her realize the only person she could really trust, was herself. This of course would be difficult for a thief after all. It's hard to be the thief, fence, and mastermind at the same time. I mean, guys, there's a reason it's called Ocean's 11, not just Danny Ocean's stealing stuff, right? So Evelyn decided to trust the next best thing, other women. Having researched and recruited at least eight different agents to her cause, Evelyn founded her own female lead criminal organization targeting rich white men visiting Chicago for business. The hustle was a simple one. Evelyn would track them down and make the mark, while one of her vampire women was sent into flow after which another would come past and slip a sleeping pill into the unsuspecting mans. Drink. The conversation then continued with the man getting sloppy or insolent after which the pair would stand up to saunter out of the bar, where she would then pickpocket him before saying goodnight. The man would then stumble on home, none the wiser, leaving no memory of the night or the woman, had drank with. It was a pretty decent play, guys. No one was hurt, aside from a light drugging which yes, is very, very bad. But they are criminals and they're not murdering or maiming or raping. They're just, you know, relieving these wealthy men of a bit of their queen, which I gotta say, you know, I respect a woman's rights. But I also do respect a woman's wrongs here and these gals were very good at what they did. And Evelyn was their leader. She kept her girls dressed in the finest clothes and dining in the shakest hotels. Free of the suffering confines Victorian marriage and of the harsh realities of the streets. We just don't hear about it as much because the majority of historical record focuses on the offenses and actions of men. So while we may have had our first encounter with female criminal organizations from Oceans A, the bling ring or spring breakers, if you know you know, they've actually existed for centuries, dating all the way back to ancient Rome. One of the best examples of which is the back and alien conspiracy of 186 BCE, in which Roman authorities accused women of organizing secret religious gatherings as a front for their criminal activities, where they would steal and seduce in order to maneuver the political and social agendas of the day. The female criminal organization was also prevalent during the Middle Ages and early modern period, where women sometimes work together in gangs that specialized in pickpocketing, prostitution or black market, trading again for the betterment of each other's lives. But we really see this world expand in 18th century London, where female criminal networks became more visible through court records such as the old barely proceedings, one of the earliest detailed written sources about female organized crime. It tells us these women worked in gangs that targeted crowded markets and theaters again, pickpocketing and thieving, not murdering and maiming. And by the 19th century, female gangs became full blown organizations, one of the best examples of which is the 40 elephants. Dubbed as the first documented all female crime syndicate in the UK, these ladies were operating across the pond around the exact same time as Evelyn and her vampire women. Starting out, in elephant castle in Lamberth around the 1880s, these women were the poorest of the poor. They lived in slums and were described by Charles Booth a social reformer who wrote about London's poverty at the time as the lowest class of all. Deciding to change their fortunes for themselves and their families, several women and elephant castle joined together, using their skills in deception and pickpocketing to start the basis of what would become the 40. Elephants, so what did they do? What's their hustle? What's their what's their schtick? Well, they primarily stole from the most expensive department stores in London, dressing up in fashionable clothing with huge skirts, under which they had plenty of room to store all of their loot. And there was no faffing around with these ladies. They were organised guys, dividing themselves into cells with each group being allocated a patch of the city to ensure mass coverage. One policeman at the time said that those girls would descend on a western store like a swarm of locusts and he wasn't wrong. They had their hustle down to a proper art form, approaching rich looking gentlemen with choreographed precision while one woman pickedpocketed him and passed the goods to another who was, you know, then going to pass it off to a nearby collector. Or, my personal favourite guys, yelling at him, causing such a scene that they could steal from the shop without being noticed. They also, as Evelyn had done, posed as mates, robbing their employers and blackmailing men with whom they had, and a fair so truly jacks of all trades here. And like I said, this became a full blown organisation run and led by the queen, the first of which was a lady by the name of Mary, Car. Now for those of you with Disney+ and who love a period drama, just like me, I recommend you watch the series A Thousand Blows, which is all about Mary and the 40 Elephants, and gives a fun and insightful look into the Victorian crime gang+. I also love Aaron Dockety who plays Mary. She also plays Young Princess Anne in the Crown, Slay, Sestress, Her. Definitely go give it a watch. The real Mary, however, was described by a newspaper at the time as Good Looking and Charming, but she was so much more than that. She had a real knack for organisation and a mind for strategy, which saw her turn. This mismatched group of mothers, daughters and wives into an actual, criminal, gang. Using her home initially as a base for planning these crimes, the 40 elephants were known for being quick and slick, reselling their goods through an elaborate network to avoid being traced, and spending their riches, not on bills, or groceries, or even towards, you know, saving accounts. But in their favourite clubs, music halls and restaurants. Basically guys, they were just fun-loving devils, who used their skills to get up amongst so-hose blossoming nightclub scene hanging out, at venues like the Golden Carth All 43 Club, ushering in this new Edwardian era in London. So very similar to our vampire women here, right? Using their criminality as a way to live life to the fullest, saving themselves, if you will. But for all her success, Evelyn had one great weakness. Her ego. It saw her enter that unloct home and wind up in prison, and in the case of Mr. Gatlin here, her eyes were yet again too big for her belly. Seeing this stupidly wealthy, great big bumbling buffoon of a man, Evelyn wanted to be the one who made the play for him. After all, he was the perfect target one, which would set her and her girls up for the year. And that would have been the case. Except she didn't give him a high enough dose of drugs, which allowed him to then identify her mugshot the following day. Pointing her out of the mugshot book was this, you know, huge volume with all these different mugshots in it. Police finally had a break in the case of the vampire women, and quickly formed ranks, arresting 13 women who in exchange for immunity, confessed to Evelyn being their leader. This was the evidence the police needed. The vampire queen finally identified and incriminated with with victim testimony and her associates identification. It was a slam dunk, so they immediately set off to arrest her. But when they reached her hotel, they found neither hide nor hair of her. She vanished into the night as though she may have actually been a vampire after all. The police were stopped here. What happened? How could this have come to transpire? Was was she tipped off? Did they have a mole in their midst? And what would they do now? Well, the first thing they wanted to do was arrest the 13 women for community. However, by the time they got back to the station, guess what? They're gone. And having thought they'd secured their queen via their testimony, they took no mugshots of these women. But don't worry, guys. They weren't that sloppy. They did take their IDs. But guess what? When they followed up on them, turns out they were fake. I mean, you didn't really think that Evelyn would leave town without her gouts. This wasn't her first radio, guys. She knew that if they gave her name to the police, with her prior conviction and the title as their queen, the girls wouldn't matter. After all, it's not like there was any physical evidence of their crimes or a way for victims to identify them. Even the police ended up looking through the countless books of mugshots after the women vanished, hoping to find a match to them, but nothing. Likely telling us that Evelyn handpicked women with no prior criminal convictions to avoid them being identified. We don't know what happened to these gals after they vanished, but by all accounts, they went on to live normal lives, with no reference of former vampire women popping up in police reports after this. But what about Evelyn? Right? I mean, that's the big question, because no one, especially with a record like hers, just vanishes into the night. Well, actually, that's kind of exactly what she did. Evelyn, Ramadkar was neither seen nor heard of again in Chicago or the rest of the US. There were no properties, hotel rooms, sublets or vehicles in her name, no mention in police records, or local archives. She just vanished after 1911. I mean, did she die? Move to the UK or here, Sydney. Did she go undercover in Cognito change her name, her hair, get a job at a supermarket? Maybe she remarried and became a mother again. We don't know. But what we do know is that she had a sister who lived in Canada. The place she told her former cellmate in prison that she was one day going to move to, which makes me wonder, was this perhaps all part of her plan? I mean, think about it. Is it not possible that she played Gatlin, an incredibly wealthy barbeque to identify her to police? Drug him enough to be robbed, but not enough to forget her after all. By pinning the blame solely on herself, her vampire women would be released without charge allowing them to live normal lives and her to leave the US for Canada. Here she, joined her sister, she lives in anonymity, having done what she always wanted to do. Become a criminal last time. The truth though, is we don't know what happened to Evelyn Romettka. Whether she went on to burgl more unsuspecting millionaires or died in her bed at a hundred, she wasn't followed up on or written into legend like Billy the Kid, which Cassidy, Jesse James or the copious amounts of other 19th century male criminals. She just vanished. Despite being notorious at the time and still fascinating today, all we have of the vampire queen are a few court documents and newspaper clippings, detailing her 1907 arrest and her subsequent crimes in 1911, plus, of course, the mugshot. And the reason for that is because this is the reality of women's history. Evelyn is scandalous for sure no one's debating that, outrageous even if we are being honest but she's not rich like Alva Vanderbilt. She's not ferocious like Joan of Arc or famous like Marilyn Monroe. She makes it into the 0.5%, but Billy. Again, let me remind you here, this is a woman who developed a personality disorder and decided to turn her love of crime novels into a profession. She is by every meaning and definition of the word scandalous and yet we know almost nothing about her. And if that's the case for a leader of a criminal organization, what chance did the mother of five on the Oregon Trail or the single woman working on the docs in New Jersey have of making it into the history books? Big fat doughnut guys, zero. It is for this reason that any and all prime resources especially those perceived as mundane as court documents or hospital records or diary entries are essential in piecing together our history as both women and humanity. We're not complete with 50% of the human population stories only making up 0.5% of what we have recorded. Our history is broken, fractured and genuinely leaves me questioning how on earth were meant to understand who we are and where we've come from. Plus it makes me even more infatic to all of you guys and you know your friends and family and everybody online that we have to write our own stories and experiences. We have a real chance living in this unprecedented time of social media and digital footprints to creating this time capsule for history. I mean, even this episode that you're listening to right now becomes a part of the historical record. Hi everybody who's going to listen to this in future and think wow what a great episode. This is recorded as part of that. So we all need to be active in recording our stories and experiences which if Evelyn Romatka had done I'm sure would have been a New York Times bestseller 100 times over. Which brings us to the end of another episode of Hot History. Thank you so much for following along with me on this episode guys. I want to hear from you. What do you think ended up happening to Evelyn and her vampire women? DM me, tell me in the comments and then check back in next week because we are talking about one of the most cursed objects in history. The Hope Diamond. It is a tale spanning a lot of time from the French Kings up to Guildenage Ares' and I'm super keen to chat with you all. Plus if you listen to today's episode and like it then please feel free to leave us a review or share this episode with your friends and family. I absolutely love seeing all of your messages about you know what you're doing when you're listening, how you're listening, what your thoughts are, who you're sharing it with and of course if you have any recommendations for future episodes you want to see or just feedback in general it is always so appreciated. As always as well if you are looking for some more hot history before then you can follow us on Instagram at Hot History Club and on [email protected]. It has been a pleasure as always getting down and dirty in time with you and I will speak to you all next week. Thanks guys love you bye. [BLANK_AUDIO]