Not all the crimes the professional criminal commits are carefully planned in advance. Very often they are committed on the spur of the moment, when the opportunity to steal some article of value without detection suddenly presents itself. The habit of wrongdoing becomes so strongly developed that the thief is unable to resist the temptation to steal even when he is not in need of money and when there is every incentive2 for him to avoid the risk of arrest.
This was exactly what happened to me in Springfield, Mass., one day. The fact that I was unable to withstand the glittering lure3 of a tray full of diamonds proved the starting point of one of the most eventful weeks of my life.
What happened to me during the week which began with my bold robbery of a Springfield diamond merchant is as good an example as I can select from my past career to give point to the lesson I have learned and am trying to teach—that crime in the long run can never be made to pay.
Just think of it—in the seven days that followed the unlucky moment when I thrust my hand into that open showcase in Springfield I was arrested three[Pg 239] times, jumped my bail4 once, and successfully made my escape from a Boston cell. During all that time I was never free from fear of arrest—asleep or awake, I would start at the slightest sound, fearful that it was a detective coming to snap those hateful handcuffs on my wrists again.
And what did I have to show for all the nervous strain, all the suffering and hardship I underwent during that week? Worse than nothing at all. Although I stole cash and valuables amounting to more than seven thousand dollars, I was penniless when I finally succeeded in getting back to New York.
A good share of the money had gone to the lawyers. A thousand dollars of it I had been obliged to leave behind when I made my escape from the Boston police, and the trayful of diamond rings I had stolen was hidden in Springfield, where I would not dare show my face for many months. Even the rings on my own fingers had gone to pay my lawyers' fees and my bail.
But let me go back to the very beginning and explain just how all these things came about.
It was when I was on my way back from an unsuccessful bank robbing expedition to a Canadian town. I was feeling tired, out of sorts and generally disgusted with myself. "If I ever get back to my home in New York," I said to myself remorsefully5, "I will surely settle down to an honest life."
But alas6 for all my good intentions! Just before I reached Springfield I happened to recall that this was where an old school friend of mine lived. She[Pg 240] was a thoroughly7 respectable woman, the wife of a hard working tradesman, and I determined8 to stop off and surprise her with a visit.
As luck would have it, I found her house locked, and one of her neighbors told me that she was away visiting her mother in Worcester. Knowing no one else in Springfield, there was nothing for me to do but kill time for two or three hours until another train left for New York.
I was strolling leisurely9 along one of the main streets as innocent as one of my babies of any intention of wrongdoing, when I happened to notice something wrong with my watch. The hands had evidently stuck together, and it had stopped more than an hour before. Just across the street I saw a large jewelry10 store. I walked over there to see about my watch. It was the noon hour and the store was deserted11 except for an old man whom I judged to be the proprietor12, and, at his bench far in the rear, a lone13 watchmaker.
The proprietor was arranging some trays of diamonds in one of the showcases when I approached him and stated my errand. He said my watch could be fixed14 in two minutes, and started off with it to the watchmaker's bench. His back was no sooner turned than I took in the fact that he had neglected to close the sliding door of the showcase. Inside there, within easy reach of my long arms, were two, three, a dozen trays of costly15 diamond rings, brooches, and necklaces.
Forgetting all my recent resolutions and [Pg 241]regardless of the consequences I reached my hand across the showcase and down inside. It took a powerful stretch of my muscles to reach the nearest of the trays. But at last my fingers closed securely over its edge, and, with a skill born of long experience, I drew my arm back and the tray of rings came with it.
This was an operation that required a good deal of care, because in my position the tray was not an easy thing to handle without letting some of its precious contents fall clattering16 to the floor and give the alarm. In less time than it takes to tell, however, and before the proprietor had fairly reached the watchmaker's bench, I had the tray safely concealed17 in my handbag.
The proprietor returned with my watch. It was only a trivial matter to adjust it, he said, and there would be no charge whatever. I thanked him and hurried out, shaking inwardly for fear he would discover the absence of the tray of rings before I could lose myself in the streets.
After getting his plunder19 a thief's first thought is to get it out of his possession. What he wants is a temporary hiding place—a place where he can conceal18 it until whatever outcry the theft may have caused has had time to die down and he can safely dispose of his booty to one of the numerous "fences" who are to be found in every large city. Whenever possible, the prudent20 thief selects a temporary hiding place before he actually lays his hands on his plunder, and loses no time in getting it out of his[Pg 242] possession, so that, in case the police arrest him soon after the robbery, they will find nothing incriminating.
This crime of mine, however, was so entirely21 unpremeditated that I had not the faintest idea what I was going to do with my tray of rings when I walked out of the store. Down the street a few blocks I saw the railroad station, and this suggested a plan. I would check my bag there and hide the check in some place where I could easily recover it whenever the coast was clear.
This was a plan I had often followed with success, and it is a favorite with thieves even to this day. I saw by the newspapers that the misguided young man who robbed the New York jewelry firm of $100,000 worth of gems22 the other day went straight to the Pennsylvania Railroad Station and checked the suitcase containing the plunder which had tempted23 him to his ruin.
By this time all intention of reform had left my mind, and I thought only of the ways I could use the money the diamonds would bring. The hurried inspection24 I had been able to give them placed their value at fully1 $3,000.
I walked quickly, but with no outward signs of excitement to the station, where I locked my handbag and exchanged it for a brass25 check. Then I walked out of the station and seated myself on a bench in the public square. It was the work of only a minute to dig a little cavity in the gravel26 under one of the legs of the bench with the pointed27 heel[Pg 243] of my French boot. A big red-faced policeman was standing28 uncomfortably near all the while, but soon he turned his back. I bent29 over quickly, placed the check in the little hole I had dug, and quickly covered it with earth. I continued sitting there for some minutes, making a mental photograph of the spot so that I would be able to locate it again, even if I had to wait months.
As I rose and crossed the square to a department store I realized that I had not acted a bit too quickly, for I overheard some men discussing the daring robbery of the jewelry store. It had just been discovered, so they said, and the police were already scouring30 the city for the thieves.
I made haste to purchase a satchel31 very similar in appearance to the one containing the diamonds. In this I placed a few trinkets and such things as a woman might naturally carry, and returned to the railroad station. I checked this satchel just as I had the other, and walked away—my mind somewhat at rest.
Walking along the main street I encountered a detective who was convoying a couple of men to the station. The face of one of the men was familiar, and he recognized me before I could turn away. Using a store window as a mirror I was able to see that all three had stopped across the street and were looking at me. I lost no time in getting away, and the detective, of course, had his hands full. But I knew my chances of getting out of town were mighty32 slim, and it was no surprise an hour later[Pg 244] when two detectives confronted me at the station.
"How do you do?" said one; "do you live here?"
"I live in New Haven33," I said, rapidly adding a fictitious34 name and address. I explained my visit to town, but they were not satisfied and to the police station I went.
In searching me the detectives held up my satchel check and hurried off gleefully to the depot35, quite certain that they had found the missing diamonds.
They returned crestfallen36, but the captain had an instinct that told him I had those diamonds and he ordered me locked up over night.
From a neighboring cell the two men arrested earlier in the day called out:
"Hello, Sophie, how did you get in?"
I did not answer, and pretended not to know them. The police unlocked my cell door and invited me to come out and meet my friends, hoping, of course, to learn something.
But I said in a loud voice that I never saw the men before, and that they must have mistaken me. The two men were good enough to take the hint at this point that I was in trouble, and soon after I heard one of them saying that from a distance I looked like Sophie Lyons.
In the morning the police captain reluctantly released me. But he sent a detective to make sure I got out of town, and he gave me his parting promise to run me in if I ever came within his reach.
There was nothing for me to do but to take the train and hope to return some day for the diamonds.[Pg 245] I got off at New Haven and sat in the railroad station pondering ways and means.
My thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Lizzie Saunders, a woman criminal of no mean ability. From the effusiveness37 of her welcome I suspected that she was "broke" and wanted a loan, as, indeed, proved to be the case.
I hadn't much to spare, and was forced to listen to her schemes. She told me that the town of Holyoke was a splendid place to pick up money, as it was crowded with farmers attending a fair.
I was tired and disgusted and wanted to return to New York. Yet I did not want to go so far from the diamonds, and, foolishly, I listened and was persuaded.
Arrived at Holyoke we investigated the banks, but saw no chance of snatching anything. We were both very much in need of raising some funds right away, and something had to be done.
A sure-enough farmer cashed a large check, counted the money five times, laid it in a huge wallet, and tied the wallet together with a piece of string. Then he placed it in the breast pocket of his coat and marched out. Of course, we followed. Lizzie, who was known as "The Woman in Black," because she never wore anything else, kept a lookout38 while I operated.
The old man was watching the street parade, hands in his trousers pockets, chin stuck out, and whiskers projecting a foot in front of him.
I reached my hand into his pocket, got a grip on[Pg 246] the wallet, and was about to give the quick snap of the wrist and jostle, which is part of the pickpocket's technique, when I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I knew instinctively39 that it was a detective. Quickly thrusting the bulky wallet back into the old man's pocket, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.
I FELT A HAND ON MY SHOULDER
I FELT A HAND ON MY SHOULDER
"Oh, Uncle Dan!" I cried between the kisses, with which I fairly smothered40 the astonished old man; "where in the world did you come from?"
The old man almost got apoplexy, for I kissed him[Pg 247] and hugged him with a vehemence41 that made everybody forget the parade. I can remember the sea of whiskers I dived into.
The detective really believed that I knew Abijah, but he remembered Lizzie and took her away. I was about to escape when a redfaced woman arrived and shouted:
"You hussy, what do you mean by hugging my husband?"
The detective hesitated and looked back, but he would have let me go if Lizzy hadn't been fool enough to call out:
"Sophie, find me a lawyer and get me out of this."
That was enough even for the thick-headed police detective, and he took us both away. The old man refused to testify against us. He was afraid he would not be believed and the scandal would get back to his home town. He was right; it would have.
Arrived at the station, no talk or acting44 was of the slightest avail, and the judge next day held us each in $500 bail.
We raised that amount on jewelry, and, of course, "jumped" it and arrived at Boston together.
I was thoroughly disgusted with Lizzie, but she stuck to me like a leech45, in spite of a dozen tricks that would have rid me of a detective.
At last I succeeded in getting away from her and happened to meet an all-round knight46 of the underworld known as "Frisco Farley." Together we[Pg 248] worked the soda47 fountain trick, which was new then, and which I will explain in a later article.
In the course of the day we took in considerable profits, which had not been divided or even counted when we foolishly stepped into a jewelry store, merely to look at a new-fangled thief-proof showcase.
The first thing I knew, Farley was gone and I was arrested. It seems Farley had operated in that store a year ago, had been noticed and had escaped just in time. I was arrested as his accomplice48.
On the way to the station what worried me most was the fact that I had in my pocket a ticket to New York. In Boston, for some reason, a ticket to New York is looked upon by the police as conclusive49 evidence of guilt50.
I burst into tears and wailed51 and sobbed52 at the shame and humiliation53 of my arrest. By concealing54 the ticket in my handkerchief I managed to get it into my mouth as I wiped away my tears. Long before we reached the station house I had chewed up the small piece of pasteboard and swallowed it.
The story I told had only one weak spot. There was $400 more in my pocketbook than I thought, and this one discrepancy55 made them lock me up.
That night I was placed in a cell with an intoxicated56 woman. I was able to send out and get a bottle of whiskey, but not for myself. About midnight the woman woke up and was glad of a drink. I not only gave her one, but many, until she was in[Pg 249] a stupor57 and made no protest when I changed clothes with her.
In those days, in Boston, it was usually the custom to let intoxicated persons sleep in a cell and then to put them out on the street in the morning without bringing them to court.
In the morning I pretended to be half sober and protested violently against being thrown out in the cold. But they pushed me out onto the sidewalk, much to my outward grief and inward joy.
I borrowed the price of a ticket to New York, leaving my money in the police station and my jewels at Springfield. Thus a week of hard, nerve-wrecking work netted me absolutely not one cent, but in reality the loss of my jewels, my time, and considerable money.
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