From Boniface to Bank Burglar; Or, The Price of Persecution: How a Successful Business Man, Through the Miscarriage of Justice, Became a Notorious Bank LooterWhite, George M. (George Miles)
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From Boniface to Bank Burglar; Or, The Price of Persecution: How a Successful Business Man, Through the Miscarriage of Justice, Became a Notorious Bank Looter
White, George M. (George Miles)
Bank robberies -- United States; Criminals -- Biography; White, George M. (George Miles)
I will mention the American Hotel in Hartford, Connecticut, as the
scene of another robbery which emphasizes what I’ve already said as to
carelessness. The hotel changed hands some thirty years ago, and one of
the retiring partners retained a key to the office safe. Not having the
“nerve” of the “honest” crook to do the work himself, he confided in a
“putter up” of crooked jobs, a native of Wayne County, Pennsylvania.
Now this “putter up”--though the telling may perhaps call forth a
doubt as to the veracity of this tale--was a justice of the peace. His
brother was a well-to-do, respectable physician. The justice of the
peace was given the key by the ex-hotel man, and it was passed along to
a man with whom I had been acquainted many years.
The next move to win was when a pair of expert safe burglars appeared
at the American Hotel in the guise of two extremely busy business
men from New York. They quite captured the good will of that Yankee
hostelry. When they left instructions at the desk to be awakened in
time for a two o’clock train the following morning, the porter, the
only employee on duty at that hour, knew he’d lose his situation if
the travellers were allowed to oversleep. He wasn’t dilatory, and
the “guests” were up betimes. While one of them kept the porter busy
searching for a mythical piece of baggage, the other, with the key,
cleaned out the safe and locked it again. Presently the guests were
bound toward New York. Meanwhile the obliging porter hugged a generous
tip for his faithfulness, and when he slid off into a dream that seemed
to occupy the rest of his watch, he thought himself a millionaire. His
awakening, however, was sad. The haul was more than the crooks had
anticipated, and they were well paid for the journey. It was long a
mystery to the hotel people how the money vanished from the safe. The
moral is: “Keep tabs on the safe keys when partnerships are dissolved.”
The laxity of bankers in conducting their business affairs was ever a
mystery to me. I have given the subject much thought since renouncing a
criminal career, and have arrived at this conclusion: That a criminal
has a much better opportunity to judge whether or not the success of
his unlawful projects came through the carelessness of others, than
has the man who leads a life within the pale of the law. I must say
that a great deal of the success which came to me was the outcome of
gross carelessness on the part of bank cashiers, tellers, clerks,
and watchmen. Therefore I would urge upon those in charge of public
funds to look well after the little things, in the way of providing
protection.
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