The San Francisco Sunday Gail
THE $250,000 GOLD BULLION ROBBERY
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The newspapers published lengthy.
detailed reports as to the progress.
lack of progress rather, of the case.
There was not a Kenulne clew, not a
suspicious character under surveillance,
not an arrest, nor likelihood of one.
The Imported detectives -were working
bllr.dly. up aprainst a brick wall. The
robbery was the most stupendous that
had ■en reported in the annals of the
police department. To the acumen of
one man was due the final solution of
the mystery, a simple solution when
■Tack Winters a lad when
be secured a position with the smelt
lng and refining company. Big hearted
In a way. ambitious to forge a
likeable lad—that was Jack Winters.
He started from Hip bottom rung of
the ladder, gradually working hi
up the scale until lie became an ex
pert gold aasayer anil refiner.
educational privileges hud been scanty.
Ms schooling vague. His parents bp
!rcg poor it became necessary for the
coy to go to work when other lads
were in the grammar school. Us was
-. fairly good ron and helped his par -
■ nts along until their demise. There
'"■as no one else, no young brothers or
« Inters. Winters had nobody to take
.•are of but himself. His record up
to his SOth year had been fairly clean.
He drank and smoked and gambled
his pro rata—that was all. His work
called for the constant and continu
ous handling of huge gold bars and
slugs, but even though he realized the
enormous value each bar represented,
there was no temptation to Jack Win
ters In the handling of the precious
Then Jack met a woman and fell in
Ibve. Ida Prazer was a sweet, pretty
little country girl, unaccustomed to the
attentions of men: a young girl born
and brought up in a small village,
■where her wants and desires were com
mensurate only with her lowly sta
tion. Her parents were poor farming
people, and their daughter was per
fectly content In her own sphere, work-
Ing hard all day long in her domestic
duties. She knew no larger life.
Winters lived In a little cabin about
-. a quarter of a mile from his place of
employment. He led a lonely bachelor
life and it began to pall upon him. He
was earning good money, spending it
In the little village every Saturday
and Sunday with the rest of the boys,
. enjoying those holidays as any man
' of his impulses would.
A country circus came to the little
town lome miles away from the works,
, Jack and his comrades attended. Ida
Frazer and some of her friends came,
also. The girls and the men from the
works sat side by side on the bleach
ers. Ida next to Jack. Her blonde head
was In close proximity to his, many
times, as both bent forward to watch
a clown's antics of a rider's maneuvers
In the ring. Jack stole a glance at
her. She struck his fancy as a mighty
pretty girl. She dropped her program.
Jaok was there to pick It up. and that
was how they became acquainted. Fre
quent Jaunts to the city followed. Ex
pensive gifts found their way to Ida's
home. Jack was head over heels in
love and did not care who knew it.
Ida and Jack became engaged to be
"Jack," said the girl one day as they
left the theater, "I want to have an
honest chat with you. To begin with,
I don't want you to think I'm merce
nary, but I've seen the struggle of my
father and mother, and I want things
different for you and me. Mind you.
Jack. I love the pretty little attentions
• you heap on me, but—they cost oodles
of money. Cut them all out, and start
In to save. The very first thousand
you accumulate I'll be ready and eager
for you. Now. Jack, you know I love
you—of that there's no question. We
know each other well enough now,
and I know my future will be safe with
"Here, child." interrupted " Jack,
laughing, "what dope have you been
. reading? You sound Just like a novel
I Just finished. "Why Girls Leave
Home.' Just get hip that I'll take
care of you, and cut the rest of the
"Jack, dear," Ida continued, "listen,
I'm not Joking now. I'm going to be
sensible about this, It's too serious a
■ matter to make Jokes about, and is
of too much Importance to me. I have
been thinking about it for days and
days. I've made up my mind quite
thoroughly that there's nothing doing
In the 'doubling up' line between you
and me until—mind you, I'm from Mis
souri—jjpu've Just got to show me.
You're getting a good salary now, and
you're blowing in every cent you earn,
and In these mercenary days, dear boy,
that's not business *"'
Thus spoke the matter of fact, sen
sible little woman, young in yeaTS,
country bred' but wise.
"O. X., kiddo," answered Jack, quite
seriously; "you're on the level and
you're dead game and right. I'll knock
off on booze and gambling and start
In and place temptation in some bank
cashier's way by making weekly de
posits and in a Jiffy I'll be to the good
and we'll hike to Father O'Malley's,
God bless his soul, and get spliced.
Give us a kiss on it."
Of course Jack Winters meant every
word he said. There was nothing
vicious or criminal in Jack's composi
tion. He was just a natural weakling
and a spendthrift.
Months slipped by quickly; the
weekly salary slipped from Jack's fin
gers quickly. The good resolutions
slipped by even more quickly.
"Jack." said * Ida, "has the cashier
you spoke about to me some months
ago been tempted yet?"
This"" was indeed a picturesque way
of putting It. They had not discussed
the matter since the eventful day Ida
mustered sufficient courage to men
tion it. --385E58 .
•Has he been tempted yet?" repeated
Jack. "Why. honey bunch, there's
pretty nearly six hundred to the good
right now. And in Just a little while
you and I .ire going; to make a date,
with the good father." ' '
''Oh Jack," responded Ida, her bril
liant eyes beaming with happiness, her
whole being radiating joy. "now I
really believe you do love me. You're
a darling." - , - • ,
Enthusiastically and . lovingly she
threw her arms about him. kissing him
tenderly. He .accepted her. caresses
afind returned them twofold. Winters
c girl in his shallow
W "Jack Winters," he ejaculated on his
way back to his cabin, "you're a cur. a
contemptible liar. You haven't c
and you're queering' yourself with the
evei come into your life."
Winters entered his cottage, pi.
It, tooh out his pipe.
I were In
direction were they drifting?
Xo. he had not a red cent to his
name. He spent his . wage as lie
earned it. He loved Ida Frazer hon
estly, yet he had lied to her. He had
maliciously and deliberately lied.? Oh.
he was a fine specimen for the husband
of a simple, trusting girl. Jack Win
ters for the first time in his life hated
a impish influence direct,
mind to the wouks. He had never vis
ited the place at night, hut he threw
his pipe down and his foots'
direct to the big smelting plant. He
knew how to get in. Once inside, the
man ivas nowhere to be
seen. Stealthily lie crept to t:
r room. lie glanced fearfully
around. No. there was im so;
human being In the vicinity. In the
room, piled one on top of the
other, were gold bars ;
0, perhaps more.
Winters picked up one of the bars
and hefted It. Again he looked
stealthily and with suspicion around
the room. He'was quite alone.
He glanced at the window. There
was a dim light burnlns; in the assay
room. He looked up. What was it lie
saw? A vision? He gazed steadily at
the open window. He heard the waves
from the bay beat on the beach. His
eyes were glued/to the spot. The heavy
bar of gold he still held in bis hands.
A thousand dollars —and lif couM
marry the woman he lovprl! A
sand dollars—the sweat dripped
his forehead. There by the win
recognized the face and form of his
sweetheart. He believed he i
of her warning him, shaking
The man placed the bar <>f bullion
back in its place and crept silently out
Into the night.
A few months glided by, and Win
ters' weekly wage was frittered away
with the regularity of the pay day.
Again Ida asked him about the cashier
and again Jack lied.
That same night conscience and Jack
Winters severed their relationship. He
worked his way to the assay room with
stealthy steps. He was fortunate. The
night watchman was again absent from
his post of duty. Fate seemed deter
mined to make Jack Winters a thief.
The works were in an Isolated part
of the beach. There had never been
a robbery or a crime committed in the
peaceful vicinity, and the corporation
had grown careless.
The night watchman was indifferent
to his duty, slovenly In his manner of
going his rounds.
Winters entered the assay room. His
eyes fearfully sought the window
through which he had before fancied
he had seen a vision. Tonight there
were no mournful eyes gazing at him.
Conscience was left behind.
Winters glanced about the room. The
gold bullion -was not In Its accustomed
place. The management had placed the
shining bars In the vault. Tiiis Win
ters understood at once. Now, hqw
to get to that vault?
The man was not an expert cracks
man. Crime was utterly foreign to^
him. But he was a clever mechanic,
and possessed of courage. He knew
he must reach that vault. Reach it he
Just a thousand dollars —pshaw,- a
trifling Bum! Who would ever know?
He was the last man in the works they
would ever suspect. Had he no;
with the corporation for nearly twenty
years, and was he not one of its best
and most trusted workmen?
He smiled complacently. Ten bars of
gold bullion would represent an inde
pendent fortune. What should he do
with them? How could he dispose of
them, even If he did steal them?
Quickly his mind acted. He woulJ
steal them first, and then figure out
their disposal. Clumsy of body, he was
far from that in mind. He would
smelt them somewhere himself, and
dispose of the gold In some far off
country. Gold was gold all over the
world. He would not worry about
that. He would resign from the com
pany after a proper interval, and that
no suspicion should be directed towarj
himself he would deliberately mutilate
one of his members, either a leg or an
arm, and ask for a long lea
absence. The accident could easily
happen. He could catch his arm or
leg in the leather belting of the ma
chinery, and withdraw it after It had
been sufficiently mangled. Yes. he was
game for that. That was easy. The
gold was worth the risk.
Winters went to work. He told Ida
that he meant to be very busy at the
works for several weeks, as they were
overloaded with business and In
time she must not expect to lei
For two weeks, night after
Winters toiled as he had nevei
before, though he was no Ind
workman. He dug a tunnel und
building of the works. sqUan
vault. This monstrous job he ai
plished during the hours of midnight
on, drilling the vault finally and
tracting from it bars of gold bullion
aggregating over $250,000. Tl ■
even interested him for its own
irrespective of its great result. It was
cleverly done. He would have enjoyed
telling the company what he had done
in Just two weeks of early morning
labor. But of course he could not tell.
And now he had the gold, what should
he do with it? Should he take, it
to his cabin and bury It? No, that
would not be feasible. There was too
much danger of a slip-up, too many
possibilities of detection and arrest. In
a few short weeks Winters ha
veloped Into an adept criminal, a clever,
What, then? Ah, an Inspiration. He
would procure a wheelbarrow, anJ
when the tide was low h^ would bury
the bars in the slimy mad. After a
few weeks, c hue and cry
would be over, be would extra< ■•■
one bj melt thorn him
and then, Ida and everlasting wealth
Between the hours of midnight'and
early morning, Winters wheeled the
bars of gold in his barrow, anJ buried
the precious metal in the slimy mud
of the bay, returning to his cabin and
sleeping the sleep of the just and
His labor was worthy of a better
cause, but his sleep was not disturbed
by any qualms of conscience. The gold
meant to him —Ida.
The following morning the news
papers blazoned forth the detai
far as obtainable, of the 1250,000 gold
bullion robbery. Private detective
agencies, in conjunction with the local
police department, worked doggedly
and insistently on the blind, baffling,
mysterious robbery. Every employe of
the works, from the highest official
to the office boy, underwent a third
degree examination, Winters included.
Daily Winters attended to his work and
returned to his little oabln. He dis
cussed the robbery with his affianced
bride, and even expressed to her the
hope that the guilty one would even
tually be captured. He expressed the
keenest sorrow for his employers and
joined in the efforts of the detectives
in their search for some live, material
But for weeks not a scrap of Infor
mation could the hawkshaws glean.
Every day Winters became more hope
ful; every day the detectives became
more hopeless. The works were still
diligently and carefully watched. The
detectives were continually on guard.
Night and day Winters observed
forms and shadows which he instinct
ively knew were keen eyed sleuths. It
was too soon yet for his next move in
the desperate game he had played and
was still playing.
One night he called on his sweetheart.
The old subject of his savings had
never been renewed. Now Jack Win
ters made his first mistake.
"Sweetheart," he said, taking the
girl's hand in his large, callous, grimy
one, "it's just about time for us to go
and see the reverend father, eh? You
haven't spouted about the 'long green 1
for some time, have you? Well, I'm
there, old girl, and I want to get busy
with my own boodle before the bank
cashier sets the itching hand, see? How
you?" He grinned admiringly at
Jack, darling," murmured Ida.
ill really mean that you've saved
the whole $1,000? You have it In the
looked at him with eyes full of
tion. confidingly and trustingly.
1 noiv'" he repeated.
you can just bet your
at I have, and more, too. I
<nt I could for
months and months, and, besides, one
of my '1 and left me some
money; quite a bit, too. Say, how much
; think your old man would want
■■<>? I've had my eyes on it
•me time, and would like to buy
it from him. Do you think he'd fall
for |S D
"Oh, Jack, dear,, you just quit your
j"kiiiK I don't tfelteve a word you
aughlfigly. replied. "You're
■ "listen, honey," he answered quite"
seriously. "Tin on the square about,
this.'.l'm there, and; I'm there good
and strong-, and m* and you arenever
going to want for anything as long as
we'reon the earth. As soon as .1 can-
I'm going to shake the: company. I
don't want to do it now, as I don't want
suspicion directed; on me about that
.robbery. I don't want to quit them un
til they get the guys that did the job.
As soon as: they: do, me and you ■ for
the good father, and then a trip back r
to the old country for us kids. Does it
listen good, kiddo? But for a while just
keep this mum. 1 don't care about your
own , folks, but don't spread it. around
the works. If the-bunch up there get
wise that I have a barrel of coin
there'll be 10,000 touches: and they'll
make me come through, and I don't
want any more booze, or treating the
boys as long as I got you."
"Jack.'.' she exclaimed, all' excitement,
and throwing her arms around him; "I
believe; you. You're; the grandest: man ■;
on this earth,'" with another kiss' and
hug,;"and I'm the happiest woman."
.'.'Daddy, oh, daddy," She called: to an
elderly man coming' in at the gate, :
"Jack inherited : some money and j he's"
going to buy, this place from you, Ain't
It perfectly grand?" She hugged*- her
father rapturously. She was simply,
wild with Joy.
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. A clean shaven, well dressed man
passed the Frazer homestead a day or
two after the event of Jack's good for
tune had become known in the ? house- ■
hold. The man . leaned idly V against '
the fence, apparently, interested 1 in» the :
pretty little garden and the flowers, in
full bloom, that blossomed -In t the
bright sunlight. ■
: Ida" Frazer was watering the flowers.
"Good ; morning," said the stranger,
politely doffing his hat.
"Good ; morning, sir." replied the
girl, i pleasantly.
"May I ask you the name of that
particular flower?'"asked i the stranger, ;
pointing to a : bush with particularly •
dark colored red roses on It.
"Oh, that," ' returned % Ida;' "well.:" I *
don't really • know If iti has \ any name, i
Just a rose, you know. Jack Winters
brought me tome slips some time ago
and told me to plant them. He saw
that rose growing wild near to where
he lives, and so many people have
stepped to admire It. Would you like
a slip?" she generously added.
"Jack Winters, the ajssayer at the
works?" ho Inquired, disregarding her
kind offer. "Oh, I know Jack quite
well. Good fellow, isn't he? See him
most every day."
"Oh, do you know Jack?" her eyes
beaming, "and you think him a good
fellow? I'm glad." She blushingly
"Glad?" he repeated, quite carelessly.
"Well, if you must know," with all
a girl's Innocent egotism and desire to
take the world into confidence about
her happiness, "Jack's inherited a big
fortune, and him and I are engaged
and have> been for some time, and
we're going to be married." She
Her joy was too great to keep to
herself. The news was too good to
retain. She was bubbling over with
the joy of living. Her soul sang with
happiness and she must have every
one happy with her.
"Well," the stranger ejaculated, "I
really congratulate you and Jack also.
Why, I'll have quite a story to tell him
when I see him. I'm sure. I trial
oceans of luck. I didn't quite
your name," he said again, emphasizing
his apparent unconcern in the inquiry.
"Ida. Ida Frazer," frankly, "if you're
a friend of my Jack's you'll surely tell
ir name, won't you?"
"Why. surely," answered the stran
ger, "my name is Edward StrOßff, at
your fervico." Courteously he tipped
his hat and started to walk away.
"By the way. Mr. Strong," she called
after him, "don't you want a sprig of
the rosebush you admired so much?
Perhaps Mis. Strong would appreciate
such a beautiful flower."
"Oh. yes. I beg your pardon; indeed
I'd be very glad to have it," he
hastened tn reply.
She plucked the sprig from the bush
and handed it to him.
She watched him disappear over the
Strong had the reputation of being
one of the cleverest men in the detect
ive department. Keen, alert, splendidly
<i, well read, also always well
groomed, he could win the confidence
pie of all classes. His reputa
tion as a skillful operator had
firmly established for many yoars.
While lie invariably worked alone.
ho cheerfully discussed his theories and
deductions with his brother officers.
lewa, his thoughts, however, were
i. Those he did not share.
l"pon his first investigation Strong
realized at once that this was an In
side Job. Some employe of the company
was responsible in some way. He may
have had outside assistance, but who
was he? Every one of the men was
placed under surveillance, his every
action watched day and night. The
works people were shadowed anil cov
ered constantly by shrewd, observing
detectives. The watchmen were closely
questioned. The big officials of the
company were suspected. All the men.
were sweated and cross examined indi
vidually arid collectively without
"So .(a''k Winters
money," cogitated Stroi
Ida Frazer, "and not a soul ■
the works mentioned
man being save Winters and the girl
has heard of it. That's rather strange.
Now I wonder "
His speculation was interrupted.
Winters was approaching.
Hello, Winters," yelled Strong, "lot
me congratulate you. I just heard
about your good luck. Fine girl you've
got, eh, old man?"
"Hello. Mr. Strong!" answered Win
,ters, shaking the detective's hand, "con
gratulate me? What for?"
"Oh, I just heard one of your rela
tives, had died and left you quite a
sum of money and I—" .
"The devil you did." Interrupted
Winters, a flush of anger overspread
ing his features. "Who told you that
yarn? Some one's been shooting a
bunch of hot air into you. 1 ain't Rot
no money; wish 1 had. So lons, Air.
Strong? Anything new yet in the
"Not yet, Winters," with his eyes
■taring directly into those of the as
■ayer. "hut I'm expecting develop
. left the detective abruptly. It
the first trace of uneas'.ness the
ad r-ver betrayed It created an
Immediate impression on the mind of
the qui^k witted officer.
"Think I'll nn.se a bit around that
man's cabin. I may be radically wrong
in my impression, but there was a
certain something in his appearance
and attitude that's made me just a
Strong fo inclination and
his thought.--. • I Wfnters'
cabin and gave !t a systematic search.
But he developed nothing of any, im
port. Had his impression been a mere
vagary? Had this man Winters any
reason to inform his fiancee that he
had an inheritance? What was the
motive? Why should he lie to the
girl? Strong' had investigate! Winters'
reputation and had found nothing
wrong. He was the average young
workman, fond of his liquor, gambling
and sports, but no crooked, underhand
ed quality in Jack Winters had come
to light. Everybody liked and respect
ed tii« man.
In a little outhousn the sleuth found
a shovel. It was a plain working man's
1. There were still the remnants
of a peculiar colored mud on it. Strong
examined the shovel and the mud close
ly. There was no mistaking that color
of mud. It was the same quality of
earth that he had noticed In the tunnel
that had been dug to the entrant*; of
the vault, where the bullion was,
where the safe had been drilled.
The !!rst tangible, Important clew!
:ian's eyes glistened. At. last a
an important clew, that might
lead to some definite result.
Carefully Strong wrapped up the
shovel and carried it away with him.
Again he made an examination of the
the 1 unnel. Vos. it. wa
did Winters become tl of that
.: "Why was It In his possession?
What earthly use could Winters have
for a shovel unless for use about his
stove? Xshes and coal do not spell
The detective returned to the cabin
and continued to search the premises
and surroundings. lie looked for some
misplaced earth. some tree with a,
mark. He explored the grounds in and
around the house minutely and care
fully. Down on hands and knees he
crawled about, feeling, scratching, fer
reting, investigating each and every
part and parcel of the earth. What
were his theories, his deduction? Could
is have buried the bullion some
where around the cabin? A half mile
from the premises the sleuth fell over
a wheelbarrow hidden in the tall grass.
T!ip developments were progressing
with some rapidity. The shovel and
•■trrow— whoever stole that
bullion made use of that wheelbarrow.
There were no footprints to guide
Strong. From the works to the beach
all the -workmen came and went by
the same road. There was no trace of
a vehicle in the sand. The footsteps of
the workmen eliminated that on the
morning of the day after the robbery.
Well, if Winters were guilty he was
the only human soul who could tell.
Strong took the wheelbarrow and hid
it where he could find it again.
Tliat evening Strong returned.
There was a light in the cabin win
dow, and the detective rapped on the
"Come in," was the reply, in gruff
Strong entered. Winters, In his shirt
. was smoking a clay pipe. He
had a paper in his hand. He had been
reading about the progress In the great
"Well." he said, shortly, "what's
" answered the detective, gazing
directly. Intently, into his victim's eyes.
"Me? What for?"
'For the robbery," was the blunt, de
"Oh, don't make me laugh. My lips
are cracked," answered Winters, grin
"Sorry for your lips, old chap," said
Strong, his eyes never wavering-, "but
perhaps the climate over in the prison
may have a tendency to remedy your
"What In hell do you mean? You're
kidding me, ain't you."
The man was nervous now. His
derisive grin had vanished.
'Winters, old man," said the detec
tive kindly, but with firmness, "I'm
going- to ask you something and you
can answer it or not, just as you
please. Do you know ■what a hypo
thetical question means?"
•Well, I'll tell you briefly. It Is a
condition that involves a conjecture.
You might call it a possible case. Just
H> tins story, Winters, and tell
at you think of it. Don't in
terrupt mo until I'm all through, and
on give me your opinion on the
hypothetical question, will you?"
The detective's voice was pleading;
lie had thoroughly read the thoughts
of the man he intended sweating.
The third degree was a necessary
quantity in the establishment of the
Kuilt of the perpetrator of this crime.
Winters was unnerved. His pipe
dropped from his fingers. His eyes
strayed uneasily about the room
once did he raise them to the keen
orbs of his inquisitor.
Strong began his story.
"Winters," he said, leaning his head
on his hand, and still gazing intently
at the man opposite, "Winters, sup
posing I was a clever assayer and
had a good paying job. Hupp.
gambled and drank and spent all
I earned foolishly every week. Then,
for .instance, I meet a sweet young
girl, and I come to the conclusion that
I've been a clashed fool and that I'm
going to change my life and try to
save enough money to make that sweet
young girl my wife. My intentions
are all the best and I make up my
mind to save. Time passes. I'm too
weak a specimen of a man, and in
stead of adhering to my resolution
I go on throwing my money to the
saloons and gambling houses. One
day the sweet young girl asks me
about finances. I'm so ashamed with
my unworthy self that I deliberately
lie to her. Further time passes. She
asks me again, and I lie again. The
secondjie is easier than the first. Then
T get desperate. One night I take a
shovel and a wheelbarrow and I go
into the assay room for the purpose
of robbing" my employer in order to
make good to my girl. I steal some
gold bars and I bury them, and then —"
"You He, you know you He!" yelled
Winters, his face ashen under its tan,
his eyes staring, his huge frame shak
ing with convulsive sobs, "you lie. I
didn't —I never stole In my life. I'll
kill the first who dares accuse
me." The man sank back Into his
seat. His body was bent, his head
lowered, his hands clasped in front of
him. Agony, despair, misery, were de
picted in his guilty face.
The detective quietly arose, took his
handcuffs and adroitly slipped them on
the wrists of the cowering wretch.
"Now, Winters," he said, "do you
want me for a friend or an enemy?
I found the shovel with which you
dug the tunnel to the vault. I found
the wheelbarrow In which you removed
the bullion. I'll aUmit I haven't yet
discovered where you buried the gold.
Tf you'll confess I'll do all I can to
help you and will use all the Influence I
have to make your punishment a
minimum sentence. Don't you see tha
company will be inclined to be lenient
if you return their gold, while If you
don't, yo u may get Jailed for life?
You're up against it, man. You'd better
have me for a friend, don't you think
"On your word of honor—you'll be
on the square with me?"
"On my word of honor," said the
Winters broke down completely. The
evidence against him was hardly suffi
cient to convict. The man was an in
experienced criminal. He had not con
fessed, a conviction would have been
most unlikely, and the company would
have been the loser. Winters ac
companied the officer to the beach and
pointed out the place where he had
sunk the bullion. At low tide the
officers recovered every bar that had
Winters pleaded guilty and was sen
tenced to 15 years In the state prison.
Ho served a few years, and through
the Influence of Strong, was paroled.
But Ida Frazer was dead. Her girlish
heart, wounded in its trust and belief,
had broken under the strain. She never
completely recovered from the shock
occasioned by her lover's confession.
Perhaps the knowledge that had it
not been for her he would never have
been tempted hastened her end.
Years afterward. Strong told the
story tof ; his hypothetical; question and
always ": concluded -by saying:
"Of all the crimes and; criminals I've
ever handled, poor old. Jack Winters
was the ; softest. , We hadn't a .thing
on : him. The evidence I ha* gathered
would".never.;have recovered- a dollar,-
If I' Winters'had.only^stoodipat. I al
ways thought.?' and think so today/
that it was .the^ worj[^'hypothetical**
that 1- was responsible " for the " break
down. i' suess Winters ' thought It
was.a cannon ball. I intended: hurling
at him- or n. dose of «cyanJLfle . 11hfJL
! ready 'to hand to h,imj>Jr "''""' .
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