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Like so many true-crime stories, this one begins in a hotel room and ends at the city dump.
All-Star Games, Trebek regaled the crowd with his memory of the incident in a talk with Michael McKean.
(She said, I found this.
I said, Oh, thats nice.)
Then, using his very own jewelers loupe, he discovered it was Gucci.
He called Gucci to ask how much it was worth.
They said,Thats an $800 bracelet.Thanks, mom.
In the middle of the night Im a light sleeper I noticed a figure walk by the bed.
I thought it was my wife going to the bathroom.
Then I saw a little bit of light.
I looked over and I saw my wife in bed next to me.
So I got up.
I saw the door was ajar, and it was held ajar by a wad of tissue.
I rushed down the hall after this woman.
I said, What were you doing in our room?
She said, I wasnt in your room.
I said, Yes, you were.
She said, No, I wasnt.
I said, Well, lets let security decide what happened.
I went to the phones in the hallway next to the elevators.
She said, Oh, and took off.
Im in a T-shirt and underwear.
I was running down the hallway.
All of a sudden, I heard [click] and I collapsed.
Immediately,I had severed by Achilles.
I got back to security and I described her.
I walked into the room around the corner where she had come from.
I looked under the ice machine and there was my wifes purse.
Somebody else employed by the hotel looked in the ice making room one floor down and found my wallet.
They never found the bracelet.
It was a heartbreak for me because the bracelet had a great deal of sympathy value.
I had our research staff go online and find the bracelet.
Gucci no longer made it, but they tracked one down.
It was available here in New York.
I went home and told my wife.
I said, Honey, youll never guess.
With the help of the staff, I managed to track down a replacement bracelet in New York.
She said, Why?
I just had this one made for you.
So I now have two of them.
I have maintained that I was going to end up with three because I contacted the lady in prison.
She kept denying that she was guilty and wound up being sentenced to six years.
I contacted her in prison.
I was informed that she was going to be paroled after four years.
You were so sharp in how you disposed of the bracelet or hid the bracelet.
She wrote me back, and she apologized.
She said,I put the bracelet in a trash receptacle on a lower floor.
Thats why you werent able to find it.So its in the San Francisco dump.
Eugene could really personify the anger that was repressed, he said.
You dumb … how dare you ring in when you dont know?
Or, if we may, how dare you take my Gucci bracelet?
