I just read An American Tragedy for the third or fourth time and was interested enough (at last LOL) to look up nonfiction versions of the case. Turns out the alleged killelr lived on the same street as my unofficial sorority house (not one of the snooty ones with the columns and a house mother, etc., just a plain old house sanctioned by the sorority). I can't tell if it's the same house or not, but if it is, apparently he lived in the room occupied by my friend Debbie.
All this time, and I never knew. The original factory is still standing as well.