Ten Years Among the Mail Bags: Or, Notes from the Diary of a Special Agent of the Post-Office DepartmentHolbrook, James
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Ten Years Among the Mail Bags: Or, Notes from the Diary of a Special Agent of the Post-Office Department
Holbrook, James
Postal service -- United States
It can be imagined how much a response of this description was
calculated to open the heart, or invite the confidence of the
unfortunate Thomas. His pride felt sorely the repulsive tone which his
uncle adopted, and the supposed disgrace of making an unsuccessful
application for money, to say nothing of the slurs cast upon his own
discretion, and the honor of his companions. At this critical juncture
in the character and affairs of the young man, such a cold rebuff was
like a death-blow to all purposes of future fidelity and honesty; and
as I listened to this part of the instructive narration, I could not
but feel that the uncle, by withholding needed sympathy and aid, was
in some degree responsible for the after course of his erring nephew.
All hope of assistance in this direction having been abandoned,
desperation suggested a further departure from honesty.
"It is but a little more risk," whispered the fiend. "Take enough to
make this quarter's account square, and you will come out right
somehow before another settlement."
Weakened conscience was unable to withstand the pressure of
circumstances, and the plausible scheme proposed for relief. So, money
letters, which heretofore had been perfectly safe, were emptied of
their contents to meet the present exigency.
Indications not to be mistaken, that some one was robbing the mails in
that vicinity, soon began to appear, though among all the complaints,
not one referred to the loss of any letter mailed at or addressed to
the office at E. They all related to important letters posted at other
offices, but passing through E., and it was not until all sorts of
tests and experiments had been tried in vain at other points, and
every other mode of operation exhausted, that the Agent took up
temporary quarters at the private residence of an acquaintance, from
which, without being observed, he could overlook this office, hitherto
the least suspected on the route.
The opportunity afforded after dark of taking a glance at the interior
of the office and its principal occupant, through the glass boxes in
front, was of course properly improved, and this little experiment
furnished, as the result showed, an important clue to the whole
matter; for on the first evening's watch, I discovered what I deemed
evidence of the clerk's guilt.
Stepping silently and unnoticed into the vestibule of the office, and
gaining a position whence I could observe his motions, I distinctly
saw him thrust what appeared to be a letter into the stove, afterwards
taking up a wallet from the table and placing it hastily in his
pocket. I must have made some slight noise, for after doing this, he
suddenly turned and looked sharply in my direction.
This may have been nothing more than the instinctive glance of
distrust which those who have not the entire control of themselves are
apt to cast around after doing something that they would dislike to be
detected in.
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