Black, Jack, 1871-1932; Criminals -- Canada -- Biography; Criminals -- United States -- Biography
On the evening the money was due I went over the whole thing carefully
and satisfied myself that nothing had been left undone in the way of
precaution and protection. Not a glance of suspicion had turned in my
direction so far, and I was sure that if I got my hands on the money I
could plant it, stand pat, and weather the storm.
At last the train pulled in. A mail sack was thrown out to a small boy,
who ran off to the post office with it. The leather pouch was put into
the agent’s hands and a few of the “regulars” at the depot followed him
to his office. As usual he at once put out the lights, locked the place
up, and walked across the street to the post office, surrounded by the
depot loungers. The small mail was distributed in five minutes, and he
turned toward home with the payroll under his arm, a neighbor on each
side of him, and I half a block behind.
His neighbors left him at his front gate, and his wife met him at the
front door. I was relieved when the business resolved itself into a
house burglary, for forcing safes with explosives is an uphill job for
one man and is seldom attempted. The house was new, well built, and
small—three rooms downstairs and two above. It was in a large lot with a
few small trees and some plants around it. I took up my watch at once,
and from the vacant lot adjoining I saw them sit down to dinner. After a
half hour at the table, they got up and I could hear them shutting
doors, putting windows down, and fastening them. For a minute the house
was dark, then a light appeared upstairs, which meant they were going to
bed. Another half hour and the upstairs light was doused. I walked
away. I had “put them to bed” and could do nothing more till after
midnight.
In the city the burglar finds most people asleep at dawn; in the country
most people wake with the dawn. I knew I must start early and set one
o’clock as the hour to begin. Allowing myself two hours to get in, get
action, and get out, I could have it over by three o’clock, which would
give me time to plant the money and be in my room before daylight. My
parcel of instruments and a gun were planted a few blocks away. I went
after them, returned to the house, and found a place in the yard where I
could watch and wait without being seen by any chance passer-by. With
two hours to kill, I went over the thing again and could think of
nothing more in the way of precaution. I had even picked a place in a
lot near by to plant the money.
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