CHAPTER XIV

BETRAYAL AND ARREST

The Saturday preceding the Sunday of my arrest was one of rain. I was

reading in my room when a knock sounded at my door; I opened it and

found one of my acquaintances of the underworld standing there. He

also was “working the rattlers,” but on a much smaller scale than I. I

invited him inside, and in the course of our conversation he mentioned

the fact that he had a gross of Stetson hats which he was anxious for

me to dispose of for him. The proceeds of the sale he told me were to

go to procure a “mouthpiece” (a lawyer), to secure the release of his

pal by habeas corpus proceedings. I told him I thought I could do as

he desired, and asked him the whereabouts of the hats. It seems that

they were at that time hidden out in the woods on the outskirts of

the city. The stuff was too much for him to handle at once, so he came

to me. Our reputation in the underworld was such at that time that I

frequently performed the same services for other gangs.

One day, several weeks before this incident of the hats occurred,

a young fellow whom I knew kept a “fence,” but with whom I had

never dealt, performed a service worth while for me and asked me to

remember him when anything “good” came off. On numerous occasions, in

appreciation of his act, I had sent him gifts of various things, such

as cloth for suits, socks, and a general run of men’s furnishings and

the like. He continued to remind me of my promise to let him get in on

a “good thing.” I thought of him the first thing when the question of

the disposal of the hats was brought up, and in a minute or so I had

him on the phone. I told him that there were about a gross of the hats

and asked fifty cents per hat for them. He was pleased immensely and we

struck a bargain right off. So eager was he for them that he offered

to furnish the horse and wagon to carry the stuff off.

About 2 P. M. that day three of us in the wagon went to the place where

the hats were hidden. He was delighted with his find, immediately paid

me the money, and drove off with his hats. Forty minutes after leaving

us he drove up to the police headquarters--wagon, hats, and himself.

Unknown to us, the police had used him as a stool, threatening him with

some minor act of his. I think it is Burns who says something to the

effect that the best laid plans of men oft go astray. We had guarded

ourselves against foes from without, but had neglected to watch those

from within our own ranks.

Immediately upon our arrest the police of the different railroads

became active. Every theft ever committed from these same roads was

laid at our door. Goods were found in several warehouses which upon

examination were found to have been stolen in transit. The woods were

searched thoroughly and several caches of goods found. Fences whom

I had never heard of, let alone dealt with, hurried to identify

us. A guilty conscience anticipates disaster long before its actual

consummation. The fences caught with the goods from other parties saw a

chance to square themselves by identifying us as the culprits. The fact

that we were innocent of that particular act made no difference with

them. The doors of the prison were opened, ready to swing shut on their

backs. The police offered to square their case if they appeared against

us. They, of course, appeared.

The case of the police against us was not as absolute as they and

we thought. A few weeks after our arrest the fence from whom the

information came, becoming alarmed by rumors that friends of ours were

out to “get” (kill or injure) him, skipped the State and left the

prosecuting attorney in a quandary. Without the evidence of the fence a

successful prosecution against us was impossible. The evidence in other

cases soon proved to be the testimony of the fence against ours. After

lying in jail for eight months, with the consent of the railroads, and

on our promise to return certain goods in our possession, they agreed

to free us. We consented and once again walked the street as free men.

After passing through this experience, we decided that any future work

in this line would be extra hazardous and the gang dispersed.

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