Walker of the Secret ServicePost, Melville Davisson
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Walker of the Secret Service
Post, Melville Davisson
Secret service -- Fiction
One day a medical student in a college in the middle west called on
the local post-office inspector. He said that he had seen the poster
describing White, which had been placed all over the country and had
observed the resemblance to a fellow student in the college. There
was a reward of $1000, and he wished to obtain this reward. The
student studied the description given in the poster. One of the
items of description was that the man wanted had a split thumb nail.
The student waited for an opportunity to observe his suspected
associate’s thumb. He found that the man’s hand corresponded to the
description; “ridge extending the full length of the thumb nail on
the left hand ... the thumb nail has evidently been split open and
the ridge left as a scar ... the third finger of the left hand is
somewhat crooked and stiff.”
The government authorities were at once notified by the post-office
inspector. The suspected student was shadowed, identified as White
and arrested.
He was brought north; this time attended with every precaution and
handcuffed to a guard. Here he was tried for the robbery, convicted
and sentenced to twenty-five years in the penitentiary.
Thus closed the career of White. The finish of Mooney was more
adventurous and spectacular.
CHAPTER VI
The Passing of Mooney
A strange fatality seemed to follow White and Mooney.
These two men were perhaps the most accomplished highwaymen that
ever operated in any country, and yet something unforeseen—something
they seemed unable to anticipate—always interfered to prevent them
from obtaining the great fortune they expected.
In one of the earlier robberies, the packages done up in old
newspapers which they kicked out of the way, when they were
searching for the shipment of money, contained the very treasure for
which they were looking; while the only thing they carried away from
that night’s work was an inconsiderable sum of money gathered from
the rifled registered mail.
The sealed packages that Mooney took out of the safe on the night
that he and I, in such theatrical fashion, held up the through
express, proved, upon examination, to be registered bonds of some
industrial corporation which were being delivered in the south,
while the loot from the last holdup had been about a thousand
dollars in small bills.
And now, finally in the great haul which they were at last able to
make, the only result was White’s capture and imprisonment for a
term of years, equal practically, for life. The thing ended also in
disaster no less for Mooney.
I have often wondered who this man really was and what was his
origin.
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