Spanish Prisons: The Inquisition at Home and Abroad, Prisons Past and PresentGriffiths, Arthur
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Spanish Prisons: The Inquisition at Home and Abroad, Prisons Past and Present
Griffiths, Arthur
Inquisition -- Spain; Prisons -- Spain -- History
All this time an eye was kept upon Elked by a brother Hungarian named
Isray, a commercial traveller, who had come to Madrid by the same train
and who on hearing the purpose of the restaurateur's visit had vainly
tried to persuade him that the affair was a fraud. Isray followed his
infatuated compatriot to the café in a very low quarter of Madrid
and arrived just in time to see three men attempting to hustle Elked
into a carriage. He had apparently hesitated to hand over the money
at the last moment and the ruffians were attempting to get him away
to a spot where he could be conveniently searched and robbed. Isray
drew his revolver and fired two or three shots at Elked's assailants,
but did not succeed in hitting any one. He contrived however to
injure the horse and the struggle ended in the three bandits running
away, leaving Elked still in possession of his money. No passers-by
offered the Hungarians any assistance during the fight, nor did any
police appear on the scene. When Elked subsequently complained to the
police authorities they simply laughed at him for displaying so much
credulity. The victims of the "Spanish Swindle" are certainly not
entitled to much sympathy. Although arrests are occasionally made, the
Spanish police have never been able to cope very successfully with the
ancient and ever flourishing fraud.
Some of the Spanish prisoner's lies are the crudest and most
transparent attempts at fraud, but a few are really very fine works of
art. An English country gentleman once received the following letter:
"DEAR SIR AND RELATIVE: Not having the honour to know you but for
the reference which my dead wife, Mary--your relative--gave me, who
in detailing the various individuals of our family warmly praised
the honest and good qualities which distinguished you, I now address
myself to you for the first time and perhaps for the last one
considering the grave state of my health, explaining my sad position
and requesting your protection for my only daughter, a child of
fourteen years old whom I keep as a pensioner in a college--"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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