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In the spring of 1910, an inmate named Arthur Hewitt carefully studied the rhythms of a supply train that carried construction materials to Leavenworth. Hewitt was a convicted horse thief who had been bent on escape ever since he arrived at Leavenworth a decade earlier. Every Thursday morning, Hewitt watched as a Union Pacific train arrived through the west gate of the prison carrying lumber to be used in construction. It always followed the same procedure. The west gate was double gated and both gates were Made of heavy steel bars, the outer gate opened to admit the backing train, then closed while the engine waited in a 40 foot enclosure. Once the inner gate opened, the train proceeded slowly into the prison yard. The Thursday morning train was a major weak spot in Leavenworth's security because the track connected to a regular train line that could carry fugitives out to open country. The guards had repeatedly urged warden Robert McLaury to install a remote switch that could derail the engine. McLaury agreed on the need, but he insisted that the costs were prohibitive, declaring without additional congressional funding, his hands were tied. The Thursday train was of special interest to prisoners like Arthur Hewitt, who were harboring thoughts of escape. Nine years earlier, Hewitt had led the 1901 Leavenworth breakout alongside his friend Thomas Kating, who had belonged to the same horse theft ring. Before their imprisonment, they were joined by Bob Clark, a stocky, wild eyed inmate missing a tooth and part of a finger. Described by McLaury as one of the most cold blooded and cold hearted criminals he'd ever known. Hewitt, Kading and Clark were serving life sentences for engineering the 1901 escape. The intervening years had made them no less defiant, and all three spent months at a time in solitary in the hole. Back in 1901, they had fled Leavenworth on foot. Now Hewitt realized that the best way to break out of the prison was to hijack the Thursday morning train and drive it through the west gate. The only problem was how to seize control of the train without weapons. But in late March 1910, an idea occurred to Hewitt while he was sharing a cell with Theodore Murdoch, who was well known among the inmates for his skill as a craftsman. Murdaugh was serving time for counterfeiting money and he spent his days in the Leavenworth carpentry shop building prison furniture. Recognizing his bunkmate's unique set of skills, Hewitt asked Murdaugh if he could make three or four fake guns out of wood that looked real enough to fool the guards. Murdaugh, Hewitt and Hewitt's longtime accomplices, Canning and Clark, would board the engine once it rolled into the yard, then hold the engineer at gunpoint to force him to drive through the closed steel gate. Murdoch agreed to carve the guns in secret during his daily shift in the carpentry shop. Hewitt worked in the Taylor shop, where he planned to steal shoe polish to paint the guns. Hewitt informed Clark of the plan and got a message to Kading, who had been in the Hole since February for refusing to work. But as Murdaugh got started on the Prop guns. He realized that the real challenge would be keeping the escape plot secret from the guards and the other inmates. Imagine it's early April 1910, and you're in the carpentry shop of Leavenworth Penitentiary, carefully carving a block of wood under the table. You have one eye trained on the guard supervising him. He turns his back as another guard steps into the shop to talk with him. With the guards distracted, an inmate sitting beside you, a man named Grigware, leans toward you. Hey, what are you doing? You give him a sideways glare. None of your business. Come on. I know you've been working on something. What is it? Nothing you need to know about. In a sudden movement, the inmate ducks down down to steal a glance under the table. Is that what I think it is? No, it is not. It looks to me like you are carving that block of wood into the shape of a revolver. You're seeing things, kid. Yeah, well, I know a gun when I see one, even if it's fake. But whatever you're planning, I want in. You pause your work to consider this. You know that you would get more done if you didn't have to constantly keep an eye on the guards. But you also know that the more people that are involved, the more likely that works. Word will get out. Want to get involved? Why? So you can flap your gums to the next guy who offers you a cigarette? It's best you pretend you never saw a thing. But I can help. I can be your lookout. How do I know you're not a rat? You can trust me. I won't say a word. You know they offered me a plea deal to testify against my friends, right? I wouldn't do it. Oh, yeah, the big Omaha train robbery. Aren't you always saying that you're innocent? I doubt you have the guts. Grigor's fist tightens around the chain, a chisel in his hand. No, I'm not afraid. This is my only way out. No judge is going to free me, and I'll be damned before I spend the rest of my life in prison for a crime I didn't commit. Do you have any idea what happens once that siren goes off? Those guards will open fire without even blinking. I tell you, I'd rather die trying to get out than rot away in this place. You study him. There's steel in his eyes you didn't notice before. All right. I'll talk to the others about it, see what they think. But right now, shout out. Shut up before the guards catch us. Right on cue, the guard starts Walking toward your workbench, you hide the fake revolver and return to your assigned task. Grigware fidgets with the chisel in his hand, his nervous energy palpable. You hope you're not making a mistake by bringing him in. For this plan to work, it's going to take loyalty, luck, and sheer nerve. In the carpentry shop, Frank Grigoire noticed that his fellow inmate, Theodore Murdoch, was secretly carving a block of wood into the shape of a gun. Although Murdoch and Arthur Hewitt were wary of involving more men, they decided they could trust Griguire as someone who had nothing to lose, since he too was serving a life sentence. Another inmate in the carpentry shop, John Gideon, became the sixth and final member of the escape crew. Grigware and Gideon served as lookouts, allowing Murdoch to work without constantly watching for the guards. On April 16, 1910, Hewitt's friend Thomas Kating was released from the hole after promising to return to work in the tailor shop and obey the rules. On Wednesday, April 20, Murdaugh completed three extremely detailed recreations of Colt revolvers. He had smuggled the wooden guns to his cell in the loose folds of his oversized uniform for sanding and touch ups, painting the barrels steel gray and the stocks a rich walnut. Now that everything was in place, the six conspirators agreed that they would wait no longer. They resolved to make their escape the following morning. When the Thursday supply train arrived at 8:30am On Thursday, April 21, Grigware and his three co conspirators in the carpentry shop watched as a Union Pacific locomotive backed through the prison's west gate. At the sound of the lumber cars uncoupling from the engine, Gideon brandished one of the fake guns, and the guard manning the carpentry shop dropped to his knees. Grigware grabbed a hatchet, and the four of them rushed out of the shop and sprinted 20 yards to the train. When they ran into another guard, Gideon forced him into the cab at gunpoint. In the tailor shop, Hewett and Kading met more resistance when they pulled out their fake guns. A rookie guard struck Kading with his nightstick, knocking him to the floor. But Hewitt managed to overpower the guard, and he hauled Kading to his feet and dragged him off to the train. Out in the yard, other guards watched helplessly, paralyzed by fear. They knew that a guard had lost his Life in the 1901 breakout, and they had no intention of meeting the same end. Inside the locomotive cab, Gideon pressed his fake gun to the head of engineer Charles Curtin. Ordering him to open the throttle and ram the west gate. Fearing for his life, Curtin did as he was told. Grigware looked back to see Hewett and Kading jump on board just as the train took off. The engine barreled forward and slammed into the outer gate. With a deafening crash, the gate broke open, the steel bars warping from the force of the train. The engine rushed on, gathering speed as it left Leavenworth behind. A guard standing in the west tower aimed his rifle but didn't shoot, unable to differentiate the escapees from Curtin or the guard they had taken hostage. As the train accelerated, Grigware relished his first breaths of fresh air in months. The landscape surrounding the prison was a patchwork of pastures, plowed fields, and tidy farms enclosed by fences. Through its heart ran Salt Creek, a stream lined by cattails and cottonwood and pine trees. But when the train approached the creek two and a half miles west of Leavenworth, Curtin announced that the railroad bridge was under construction and could not hold the train's weight. When the sight of a pile driver confirmed the truth of his words, the fugitives reluctantly ordered him to stop the train at the edge of the water. Their freedom had proved all too fleeting. The fugitives could hear the prison sirens blaring two and a half miles away. They had planned to barrel on into the open countryside, traveling faster than any automobiles that tried to follow them, but now they had no choice but to make a run for it on foot. They ordered Curtin to kill the engine by dousing the coals with water to slow down its return to the prison and give them a head start. For the fugitive stripped Curtin of his clothes. After dividing their loot, they ran south on instinct. It was the same direction they had run during the 1901 escape. But Grig Ware took a different tack, grabbing Curtin's dinner pail and sprinting off alone into the northern stretches of the Salmon Creek Valley, which were more wooded than the southern ones. Murdoch chased after him briefly, but Grigware was faster. He zigzagged through the woods until he found a hidden depression in the earth. Clutching the dinner pail, he buried himself beneath a pile of leaves and branches and lay motionless, his heart pounding all the while. Sirens wailed in the distance, a constant, pressing reminder that a massive manhunt was already underway. Foreign.

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Hi, I'm Denise Chan, host of Scam Factory. You might remember hearing about our investigative series that exposed what's really happening behind those suspicious texts you get inside heavily guarded compounds across Asia, thousands are trapped and forced to scam others or risk torture. One of our most powerful stories was Jelas, a young woman who thought she'd found her dream job only to end up imprisoned in a scam compound. Her escape story caught the attention of Criminal's Phoebe Judge, and I'm honored to share more details of Jella's journey with their audience. But Jella's story is just one piece of this investigation. In Scam Factory, we reveal how a billion dollar criminal empire turns job seekers into prisoners and how the only way out is to scam your way out. Ready to uncover the full story? Binge all episodes of Scam Factory now. Listen to Scam Factory on the Wondery app or wherever you get your podcasts.

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On Boxing Day 2018, 20 year old Joy Morgan was last seen at her church, Israel United in Christ, or iuic. I just went on my Snapchat and I just see her face plastered everywhere. This is the missing sister, the true story of a woman betrayed by those she trusted most.

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IUIC is my family and like the best family that I've ever had.

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But IUIC isn't like most churches.

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This is a devilish cult. You know when you get that feeling like you just, I don't want to be here, I want to get out. It's like that feeling of like, I want to go hang out.

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I'm Charlie Brent Coast Cuff and after years of investigation Joy's case, I need to know what really happened to Joy. Binge all episodes of the Missing Sister exclusively and ad free right now on Wondery. Plus, start your free trial of Wondery on Spotify, Apple Podcasts or in the Wondery app.

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Within 30 minutes after the breakout from Leavenworth, Penitentiary, Warden Robert McLaury had formed a posse of 50 guards to track down the fugitives. Engineer Charles Curtin returned the train to the prison, then took the guards back to the spot at Salt Creek where the inmates had fled. Meanwhile, residents within a 10 mile radius of the penitentiary responded to the sirens by gathering their rifles and locking their doors. Over the next few hours, Arthur Hewitt, Thomas Kating, Bob Clark, and John Gideon, the four fugitives who had fled south, were quickly recaptured. They were promptly returned to Leavenworth and sent to the hole. Only Frank Grigware and Theodore Murdoch, who had carved the guns, remained at large. The next morning, Friday, April 22, McLaury faced a throng of reporters. He blamed the breakout on Congress's failure to fund better infrastructure and distributed wanted posters for Grigware and Murdoch. And he added a $200 bonus to the usual $50 bounty with a stern warning. Take no chances. Get the drop on them first. They are both bad men. The roar drew scores of armed farmers into the Salt Creek Valley. Murdoc could hear men looking for him while he lay hidden in a clump of bushes. By Saturday morning, the guards were exhausted. They had been searching for Murdoch and Grigware for two days and two nights straight without relief. Fearing the men were long gone, McLaury called off the search and sent the guards home. Little did he know, Murdoch was only two miles away from where he had jumped off the train. And that afternoon, the temperature dropped to 35 degrees Fahrenheit with snow flurries and wind speeds of 40 miles per hour. Murdoch was soaked, freezing and starving when a farm boy spotted him, saw the number on his collar and ran home to alert the authorities. In Murdaugh's desperate hunger, he was almost relieved to be recaptured. When he returned to Leavenworth, he told the guards that the prison looked like heaven. Murdoch's capture revived hopes that Grigware would soon be found. For more than two days, he remained in a hollow near Salt Creek, pulling leaves and fallen branches over him to stay hidden. He only ventured above ground for water, and the food he stole from the train engineer helped him avoid the hunger that had plagued Murdoch. It was only after his food ran out on Saturday evening that he finally emerged and began moving northwest along the train tracks, using the woods as cover. The next morning, he came upon a farmhouse. Hungry and exhausted, he knocked on the door and a middle aged woman welcomed him inside. If she suspected that he was a fugitive, she said nothing. She fed him, clothed him and directed him to a hobo encampment at a water tower beside some nearby train tracks. He traveled to the encampment. That afternoon, when a freight train stopped to take on water, Grigware hopped aboard one of the bockscars. He would later recall, I did not know where I was going. I didn't care for even yet I had no plan, just a desire to stay at liberty. The train traveled north. When it approached Minneapolis, Minnesota, Grigware jumped off and disappeared into the city. He knew that if he wanted to remain free, he could no longer go by the name Frank Grigware. That life was over. He took on a new name, Jim Fahey. While Jim Fahey began a new life, the search for Frank Grigware widened. In August 1910, the Bureau of Investigation, the precursor to the FBI, took over the case. For years, agents pursued a variety of leads that took them. Across the country, rumors spread that Grigware was living as a railroad switchman, a traveling salesman, a Catholic priest and a criminal in Mexico. Every lead resulted in a dead end. Meanwhile, Grigware's family faced constant government surveillance, especially his mother, Jenny. In 1913, Woodrow Wilson's presidency brought changes to Leavenworth. Thomas Kading wrote several letters to the president complaining of mistreatment. Wilson was far more receptive to allegations of abuse than his predecessors. Amid increased scrutiny, Warden McLaury resigned and his cronies were ousted. A few months later, Wilson commuted the sentences of Kating, Arthur Hewitt and Bob Clark. They would go free a year later. Wilson would also commute Theodore Murdoch's sentence due to health issues caused by McLaury's abuse. Then, in August 1913, postal investigators submitted a report to Wilson highlighting flaws in the mud cut robbery trial of 1909, including possible perjury. Wilson pardoned Grigware's childhood friend Jack golden, making it likely that Grigware, too, would have been pardoned had he remained in custody. As the years went on, the search for Frank Grigueire ebbed and flowed. But his wanted poster continued to grace the walls of courthouses and post offices across the country. In 1928, 18 years after his escape, the Bureau of Investigation quietly reopened the case in hopes of of scoring a publicity coup. Imagine it's Thanksgiving morning in 1928 and you're at home in Spokane, Washington. You open your front door to find a young, clean cut man wearing a gray suit and dark tie. You immediately recognize him as yet another agent with the Bureau of Investigation come to ask after your son Frank. He tips his hat and flashes a shiny brass badge. Morning, man. I was hoping to ask you a few questions. It won't take too much of your time. I've got nothing but time. Come on in. He walks past you and takes a seat on your sofa. You sit down in the chair opposite him and fidget with the locket around your neck. I know you've been watching me for the past weeks, sitting in that car across the road. You're making the neighbors nervous. He studies a framed family photograph on the table beside him, ignoring your comment. Have you received any word from your son? Not a whisper. And that's the truth. Any calls? No. What about letters? No. None. You struggle to maintain your composure. You know it's men like him that put Frank in jail in the first place. What about you? Have you heard anything from him? No, ma'. Am. But we thought he might send word, given the holiday. Given the holiday. Well, I certainly don't expect to hear from him. Because of that. I spent Thanksgiving alone for many years now. What about his friends? What about him? Well, surely you must have made contact with someone. You're wasting your time. I believe my son's dead. I have a gut feeling about it. If you were alive, you would have sent word by now. You wouldn't have just cut off all contact with his own mother. The agent's expression softens. He stands and drops a card on the table. Well, happy Thanksgiving, ma'. Am. Call if you hear anything. I'll show myself out. As he walks out the door, you stare at the old family photograph, taken in happier times. Over the years, the agents have changed, but the questions stay the same. And with each visit you lose a little more hope of ever seeing Frank again. As much as you hate to admit it, you know they're chasing a ghost. By 1928, Frank Grigware had been missing for 18 years, longer than any other federal fugitive of his time. His mother, Jenny, had come to accept that her son was dead. One federal agent wrote, if he is still alive and in the United States, most likely he would be very careful to lead a quiet, law abiding life in order to avoid any possibility of being arrested and later identified. In reality, Grig Ware was living his life as naturalized Canadian citizen James Fahey. After a few months in Minneapolis, he had moved to northern Alberta, where he started over. He ran a confectionery store, built homes, was an active member of his church, and even served as mayor of his small town. He married and had three children. His family and friends were oblivious to his past. In 1929, the Bureau learned of a credible sighting of Grigware a decade earlier in Edmonton, Canada. Agents sent his photo and prison fingerprints to the Royal Mounted Canadian Police, but the trail went cold. They closed the case Once more in 1933, but just three months later, Grigware was caught poaching in Canada. Local police fingerprinted him and sent the prints to the Royal Mounted Canadian Police. A clerk matched the fingerprints to the prints sent by US authorities years earlier. After 24 years on the run, Grigware had at last been found. His capture was a massive media story in both the United States and Canada. But while U.S. authorities demanded his extradition, the Canadian press and public rallied behind him. Some argued that he deserved mercy for turning his life around. Others said that he had never been guilty in the first place. Petitions flooded Washington, and the US Dropped the extradition request. Soon after he was found, Grigware's mother, Jenny, traveled to the town of Jasper, Canada, to surprise her long lost son after nearly three decades apart. It was an emotional reunion for both. Her hair had turned white, but she was still wearing the small locket with Frank's picture inside that he had given her when he left home 28 years earlier. In the 1950s, Grigweire's niece asked the Justice Department whether Grigwire could return to the US to visit the rest of his family, but her request was denied. As he had never been officially pardoned, he never returned to America. The FBI continued monitoring him until finally closing the case in 1965. He lived out the rest of his life in peace and anonymity, dying in 1977 at the age of 91. Leavenworth endured long after Grig Ware and five fellow inmates fled its gates on the westbound train. For the next century, it remained America's largest maximum security prison, helping to shape modern incarceration. The story of its most elusive fugitive lives on, raising questions about justice, reinvention and the price of freedom when systems fail From Wonder E this is episode three of our four part series, Daring Prison Escapes from American Historytellers. On the next episode, as World War II rages in Europe, the United States houses hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war in camps around the country. At one camp in Arizona, a group of captured German naval officers hatch a plan to flee, but they're unprepared to traverse the harsh southwestern desert. If you like American Historytellers, you can binge all episodes early and ad free right now by joining Wondery and the Wondery app or on Apple Podcasts. Prime members can listen ad free on Amazon Music. And before you go, tell us about yourself by filling out a short survey@wondery.com survey. If you'd like to learn more about this story, we recommend Leavenworth, A Fugitive Search for Justice and the Vanishing west by Joe Jackson American Historytellers is hosted, edited and produced by me, Lindsey Graham for Airship Audio editing by Mohammed Shazi Sound design by Molly Bond Supervising Sound Designer, Matthew Filler Music by Lindsey Graham this episode is written by Ellie Stanton Edited by Dorian Marina Produced by Alida Ryazanski Managing Producer Desi Blaylock Senior Managing Producer Callum Plews Senior Producer Andy Herman Executive Producers Jenny Lauer, Beckman, Marshall Louie and Aaron o' Flaherty For Wandering.

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