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
However it may have been, thinking that he had discovered me, I
stepped boldly up to the "general delivery," and inquired for a letter
for "Robert Marshall, railroad contractor," taking occasion to observe
him closely as he was engaged in running over the letters. He seemed
confused, his hands shook a little, his face was flushed, and his
voice Was inclined to tremble, as he replied that there was "nothing
for Robert Marshall." I attributed all this to fear lest his previous
movements might have been observed, and left the office, strongly
suspecting that Thomas L. was the author of the depredations in
question.
A few experiments in the way of "decoy letters," mailed so as to pass
through that office, soon converted suspicion into certainty. One of
these letters, containing sundry bank-notes, disappeared, and one of
the notes was traced directly back to his hands. How this was done,
the reader will probably insist upon knowing, and it is my intention
to gratify this thirst for information, although in so doing I shall
be compelled to reveal a degree of unskilfulness in the game of
ten-pins which would deter the most sanguine gamester from betting on
my head.
In the basement of the hotel was a bowling saloon, which, as I had
ascertained, the suspected clerk was in the habit of visiting in the
evening, after closing the post-office, and this fact suggested my
plan. I might have arrested and searched him at once, but I thought it
the better way to watch the money exchanged by him, in the hope that
some of the missing bills might thus come to light.
For if he should chance to have none of these about his person, a
search would spoil all, by putting him on his guard, whereas if he
should offer none of them, no harm would be done, and things would
remain _in statu quo_.
With these views I made a confidant of the landlord of the hotel which
contained the bowling saloon, and agreed to meet him there early in
the evening for a "roll," and arranged that in case the young man came
in as usual, my partner should excuse himself, and substitute L. in
his place, to oblige a stranger, who, of course, was rolling merely
for exercise.
My design in making this arrangement was to fasten the expense of the
evening's recreation upon L. by a brilliant and overpowering display
of my skill in bowling, calculating that he would probably pass some
of the stolen money in payment. This was my programme--how it was
executed I shall proceed to show.
"Mine host" and I had been rolling perhaps half an hour, when a
fine-looking, well-dressed young man entered the saloon, whom I at
once recognised as L. The landlord and myself happened to be the only
ones then engaged in playing, as it was rather early in the evening
for the appearance of most of those who resorted there; so L. watched
our game for a while, till the landlord, looking at his watch,
remarked that he had an engagement which must be attended to
immediately, and turning to L., said,
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