Black, Jack, 1871-1932; Criminals -- Canada -- Biography; Criminals -- United States -- Biography
I grew tired of this life after a few months and suggested to Spokane
that he go up to the Canadian line and lift the plant of watches and
rings. The burglary cry had died out and I had arranged to sell them all
where they would never rise up to accuse me. This trip suited him, as it
would give him a chance to visit his people in Spokane, Washington, and
it pleased me to have him go because I didn’t want to take chances with
the watches which were all numbered and easy of identification. I had
left them behind me rather than carry the bulky package around and
chance losing the more valuable stones because of it. I gave him a
diagram of the spot where the plant was, supplied him with tickets and
traveling expenses, and sent him on his way with instructions to express
the parcel to the San Francisco express office, value it at twenty-five
dollars, and tell the express agent it contained samples of ore.
To make everything safe and sure, I further instructed him to stand at
the depot when the train was in and make sure the parcel went into the
express car, then to take a train the next day and come back to San
Francisco by an indirect route which would protect him in case anything
happened to the package en route. I put in a couple of anxious weeks,
but he showed up in due time with the good news that he had located the
junk without trouble and sent it along exactly as he had promised. He
called for it at the express office the next day, but it hadn’t arrived.
Not caring to make too much fuss over a package valued at twenty-five
dollars, we waited a few days before he went back for it. The express
office was in Montgomery Street then, and I stood in the Palace Hotel
entrance where I could look across the street and see him showing the
receipt and arguing with the clerks. His willingness to go to the office
every day convinced me he was on the square. He had a receipt for the
package; I assumed it had gone astray.
We talked the thing over and decided there was nothing to be afraid of.
If the parcel had been seized by the police he would have been pinched
at the express office. I began to get suspicious after a week and was
for abandoning the whole thing, but Spokane insisted on making another
call. From my spot across the street I saw two men fall on him when he
spoke to the clerk and knew he was arrested.
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