Household words, No. 16, July 13, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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Household words, No. 16, July 13, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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The gains of some of the swell mob are great. They can always command
capital to execute any especial scheme. Their travelling expenses are
large; for their harvests are great public occasions, whether in town or
country. As an example of their profits, the exploits of four of them at
the Liverpool Cattle Show some seven years ago, may be mentioned. The
London Detective Police did not attend, but one of them waylaid the
rogues at the Euston Station. After an attendance of four days, the
gentlemen he was looking for appeared, handsomely attired, the occupants
of first-class carriages. The Detective, in the quietest manner
possible, stopped their luggage; they entreated him to treat them like
“gentlemen.” He did so, and took them into a private room, where they
were so good as to offer him fifty pounds to let them go. He declined,
and over-hauled their booty; it consisted of several gold pins, watches,
(some of great value,) chains and rings, silver snuffboxes, and
bank-notes of the value of one hundred pounds! Eventually, however, as
owners could not be found for some of the property, and some others
would not prosecute, they escaped with a light punishment.
In order to counteract the plans of the swell mob, two of the sergeants
of the Detective Police make it their business to know every one of them
personally. The consequence is, that the appearance of either of these
officers upon any scene of operations is a bar to anything or anybody
being “done.” This is an excellent characteristic of the Detectives, for
they thus become as well a Preventive Police. We will give an
illustration:—
You are at the Oxford commemoration. As you descend the broad stairs of
the Roebuck to dine, you overtake on the landing a gentleman of foreign
aspect and elegant attire. The variegated pattern of his vest, the jetty
gloss of his boots, and the exceeding whiteness of his gloves—one of
which he crushes in his somewhat delicate hand—convince you that he is
going to the grand ball, to be given that evening at Merton. The glance
he gives you while passing, is sharp, but comprehensive; and if his eye
does rest upon any one part of your person and its accessories more than
another, it is upon the gold watch which you have just taken out to see
if dinner be “due.” As you step aside to make room for him, he
acknowledges the courtesy with “Par-r-r-don,” in the richest Parisian
_gros parle_, and a smile so full of intelligence and courtesy, that you
hope he speaks English, for you set him down as an agreeable fellow, and
mentally determine that if he dines in the Coffee-room, you will make
his acquaintance.
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