There's a legend here about a short little man who moved over from France and his name

was Jacques Saint-Germain.

This is the Saint-Germain House.

Do you notice anything strange about the second floor?

One of the windows is completely bricked up.

Jacques was notoriously famous around here.

He paid for everything in rubies and diamonds, never used coin or paper money through lavish

parties, but never at his home.

There was always somewhere else in the quarter or throughout New Orleans.

On one day he invites a prostitute back to his house.

Everything's all dark.

So they go up to the second floor where he says his bedroom is and they can do their

do there.

The lady reported a funny smell and a sticky feel.

When she started to back out of the arrangement, Jacques got angry and ended up literally crossing

the room in the blink of an eye and had her off the ground.

One handed.

Understand, this was a short little five foot three four-gotte.

Teome, small man, okay?

Lifted this woman off the ground easily, threw her against the wall.

She managed to scramble away and literally dove out the window and off breaking her leg.

She crawled a few houses down and people started screaming for the police.

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