The Strange Schemes of Randolph MasonPost, Melville Davisson
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The Strange Schemes of Randolph Mason
Post, Melville Davisson
American fiction -- 19th century; Detective and mystery stories, American; Legal stories, American
Well," said the Police Chief, "I am tired of making an ass of myself;
Mr. Mason says this cattle drover has committed no crime except a petty
assault, and if he is right, I want to know it. That man beats the very
devil. Every time I have sent up a case against his protest the judges
have pitched me out on my neck, and the thing has got to be cursedly
monotonous."
The District Attorney smiled grimly, and turned around in his chair.
"Have you given me all the details?" he said.
"Yes," answered the official, "just exactly as they occurred."
The District Attorney arose, thrust his hands into his pockets, and
looked down at the great man-hunter; there was a queer set to his mouth,
and the merest shadow of a twinkle in his eyes.
"Well, my friend," he said, "you are pitched out on your neck again."
The official drew a deep breath, and his face fell. "Then it is not
robbery?" he said.
"No," answered the attorney.
"Well," mused the Police Chief, "this law business is too high for me. I
have spent my life dealing with crimes, and I thought I knew one when I
saw it; but I give it up, I don't know the first principles. Why, here
is a fellow who voluntarily goes into a gambling house, plays and loses,
then draws a revolver and forcibly takes away the money which, by the
rules of the play, belongs to the house; robs the dealer by threatening
to kill him; steals the bank's money, and fights his way out. It cannot
matter that the man robbed was a lawbreaker himself, or that the crime
occurred in a gambling house. It is the law of New York that has been
violated; the place and parties are of no importance. Here is certainly
the force and the putting in fear that constitute the vital element of
robbery; and yet you say it is not robbery. You have me lost all right."
"My dear sir," put in the District Attorney, "the vital element of
robbery is not the force and terror but is what is called in the books
the _animus furandi_, meaning the intention to steal. The presence of
this felonious intent determines whether or not the wrong is a crime.
If it be not present there can be no robbery, no matter how great
the force, violence, or putting in fear, or how graven serious, or
irreparable the resulting injury.
"It is true indeed that the force and terror are elements, but the vital
one is the intent. If force and violence one takes his own property from
the possession of another, it is no robbery; nor is it robbery for one
to take the property of another by violence under the belief that it
is his own, or that he has some right to it, or by mistake or
misunderstanding, although vast loss be caused thereby and great wrong
and hurt result."
"I have no hope of ever understanding it," said the Police Chief; "I am
only a common man with a short life time."
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