A local man of some social standing began to visit the whores at the LaBelle, and he was none too careful about hiding it from his neighbors when he made his nightly pilgrimmages down to Ohio Street. The eldest of his many sons became enraged at his father for shaming their family and hurting his mother, and as a result took it upon himself to kill the father. He followed him to the LaBelle one night with a freshly sharpened axe, waited for the lights in his rented room to dim, and made his way up the stairs. When he found two two in bed, he raised the axe and brought it down on his father's neck, slicing his head cleanly off. The prostitute screamed, and the boy dropped the axe and fled.

The son was tried and let off on murder charges because the jury saw his actions as a "crime of passion," and more than a little justified. He walked. His father, however, may not have left the building he knew as the LaBelle Hotel for a hundred years. He is supposed to roam the building, and is especially fond of the dining rooms, both the blue room and the conference room upstairs.