The evening world. Newspaper, June 27, 1922, Page 24

“The Burglar Who Stole A Row of Houses” Cot. } years. Alvaro de Espinosa has languished on his death bed for fifty is fraud has the advantage over all others in coating nothing but postage, and incurring no risk whatever to the confidence man. | Forcing money into the hands of an Australian philanthropist is costly to the Americvin tourist. The thie? who purloined a red-hot stove was a tyro. One burglar removed and sold an entire block of houses from a London suburb. CHAPTER 3. 3 leer great business of transferring by nature the contents of your neighbor's pocket to your own is what more { than nine-tenths of the world lives up- on. Society draws the line between what is legitimate and what is dis- honest rather low down in the scale. A grocer may rob you by high prices but not by giving short weight, a money- lender may fleece you by usury but not by picking your pocket, but I confess to a sneaking prefer- lence for the rogue who, without any | pretense of respectability, preys upon your vanity or your cupidity and jcheats you quite openty. ‘ The Spanish prisoner fraud has flourished for nearly half a century. It has the advantage over ail other , frauds in costing practically nothing for stock-In-trade and incurring no risk whatever to the practitioner, \All he reeds is a little stationery, a fay postage stamps and the names find addresses of farmers in Scotiend and England, The farmer receives « letter with the Valencia postmark from a Spanish Colonel now languish- ing in prison on account of the part he played tn @ revolutionary, con- ppiracy. “My dear Sir and relative’ (it begins), “Having not the honor to know you personally but only for the good references my deceased mother, Mary Harris, your rela- i tive, did me about your family, I | apply myseff to you for the first \ and perhaps last time to implore becomes, } your protection for my only 1 daughter Amelia, child twelve | years age.” THE OLD, OLD STORY. — Here the writer is banking on the fact that very few of us are in a Position positively to say that no one ofthe sisters or cousins of our par- ents was called Mary and that no one of that name married a Sparfard. The etter, which is beautifully written in ‘Malting English, goes on to say that #he writer, a Colonel named Alvaro de Espinosa, at the direction of the Revo- lutionary Committee, went to Berlin ‘fo buy arms, was betrayed and went to England, but that while in London he heard of the death of his wife. In the first shack of grief he converted all his property into English and French bank notes and with thy pro- ceeds cunningly concealed in the lin- ing of his trunk he set out for Valen- cia. It, is necessary that he get the bank notes to pay his court expenses. That is why he writes to Harris, Byt what is Harris to get out of all this? You shall hear. When the trunk reaches him: “you will see in its interior part and in its left side of Spain shield in its centre you will set your forefinger so that when an electric bell is pushed and quickly the secret will appear in full view in which you will find my fortune . . I will name you as tutor of my daughter and her fortune trustee until her full age, and as @ right reward for your noble aid I leave you the fourth part of all my fortune." So there you have it—something for nothing—the bait which so few can resist; least of all when the something is £6,250 and a beautiful young Spanish ward. The poor old revolutionary Colonel is in a dying state, as you learn from # letter from the Chaplain, the Rev. Adrian Rogado, which is inclosed, THE APPEAL TO THE IMAGINA- TION. The world may be divided into two classes—those who would reply to such letters and those who would con- sign them to the fire. In spite of Ave picture drawn ot Englishmen by Police, nine —o in Norfolk misfortunes guardian to that might wait. police. He The war | out again, undgratand old man, envious foreigners, mantic person. him in every part of the globe: goes abroad for adventure, to escape from the humdrum routine of home surroundings, you go North the more romantic he That ts why there are so so conscious of the sensation would be caused among his neighbors when it became known that he was heiress, to say not who had been death-bed for over forty years, and I hoped that it had killed him, but the ink was scarcely dry upon the Treaty of Versailles before he broke THE OLD PHILANTHROPY CA 1 can understand succumbing to the wiles of Espinosa better than I can the Britisher is imaginative and ro That is why you find he an his And the further is effusively grateful. He would not have lost that etbook for the world; it contained the evidence of his fortune; his benefactor must come and have a drink He holis him with his glittering eye and while they imbibe whiskey he tells his story, how an uncle of fabulous wealth, but eccentric in habits, has left him a couple of mill- on dollars on condition that he can find a really trustworthy person to distribute one-eighth of the sum among the poor in London# The dupe mentions the fact that he has a return ticket to New York and hails from Denver. So, as it now appears, does Ryan, who takes from his pocket - book a newspaper setting forth the virtues and the enormous fortune of the “uncle, and at that very moment a third man, Ryan's confederate drops in. Hearing the word "Deny he joins in the conversation for he too THE PEACEFUL EXTERIOR OF SCOTLAND few Scots left in Scotland. To judge ‘from the correspondence filed by the out of every ten reply and Wecause the Rritisher in practical as well as romantic the reply invari- ably asks how much money quired to pay the “process outlays.’ I remember a case where a farmer is re- was so touched by the of his Spanish cousin and that a beautifal young Spanish ing of the things be bought with £6,250, that he sent £200 to the address in- dicated by Espinosa and sat down to He waited so long that he be- came anxious about the safety of the Chaplain and his ward and it w their account, and not from any doubt about the story, that he came to the on indignantly refused to be- lieve that he had been a victim to the familiar Spanish prisoner fraud. was unkind to Espinosa, lingering upon his the perennial success of the confidence trick, which Is prac- tised generally American visitors American walking in Hyde Park sees an elderly man drop a pocketbook, He overtakes him and restores it. whom by Australians to London, on An The we will call Ryan, Selections. tinue to inveigh against jazz, whether it be music pated measure is doing quite well, thank you, Mery gave her first entertainment as a matron, a panners and the slip-horners got to @elbg stunte with which the dancers trots and Lf Jazz Tunes Set Royalty A-Quiver At Princess Mary’s Dinner Dance Shimmy Music Gets Formal Recognition in English Society in Nineteen’ Dance Dancing masters, music teachers, church dignitaries the world over con- or dancing, but the synco- When, recently, Princess dinner dance to her father aia mother, the King and Queen of England—jazz received iis first formal Tecognition—made its bow into royal society, so to speak foclety on side fell for it long |tried to keep up, but polite English #0, ond no Newport or Palm Beach|society only enjoyed the assorted function was ever @ go until the tin- | “blu with accompanying fox one steps, Chicagos and shimmies behing closed doors. {* is from Denver, George T. Davis, at their service. So there they are, three exiles from Denver, 9 little oasis in the vast waste of London. To George T. Davis Ryan relates his good fortune and the strange condition in the will, CONFIDENCE FOR CONFIDENCE. “I know no one in this city, How am I to find a man in whom I have confidence to distribute all this meney? Now If like your face, Mr, Davis, but I don’t know you—never saw you till this afternoon—how can I say I've confidence in you?" ce for confidence," replies ve confidence in you any- way. I'd trust you with all I've got, and I've got more than what I stand up in. Why, see here! Here's what I drew from the bank this morning’ —he thmists a roll of bank (of en- graving) notes into Ryan's unwilling hand—‘‘and he my watch and chain! Take them all and just walk through that door, I know you'll bring them back because I’ve conf- dence in you But Ryan still looks doubtful. 0 good,"" whispers Davis, "he doesn't take to me. Why don't you have a shot at the money? He takes to you,"’ And 80 by appeals tu the vaully of the man from Denver, by playing on his cupidity, under the softening in- fluence of Hquid refreshment, by the force of example, Davis succeeds at last. Into the sfill apparently un- willing hand of Ryan the victim presses all the money and valuables he possesses and out goes Ryan into the street. The two men continuo drinking. George T. Davis is the THE EVENING WORLD, TUESDAY, JUNE 27, THE HUNTER OF MEN. ATURE meant Thorne for a hunter of men, and he gravi- tated inevitably into his rived at the age when a man is able to choose his work. He first to betray anxiety, calling as goon as he ar. began with a rather famous private “The old man ought to be back by now. ‘Can't understand it—man I'd have trusted anywhere. Couldn't have been run over by a taxi? Yon stop here; I'll just step out and se* ° BY HUGH . KAHLER. + Illustrated by Will! B. Johnstone. WHO'S WHO IN THE STORY. _. TIMOTHY PARROT, a crook who had committed many crimes eed arrest and who has been taunting the police with anonymous letters. TOM.THORNE, most successful detective in the Bureau—kh6wn as “The Tracker.” __. McNAMARA, also a star detective at Headquarters—somewhat jealous of Thorne. where he's got to.’ the rogues. KILLED BY THE WAR. Before the war most of the con- fidence men lived in Ealing, Each pair had its own pitch and there was a tacit should poach on the ground of the other. Northumberland Avenue be- longed to one; the Mall to another; a third worked Hyde Park. I have sometimes doubted whether the police should be called upon to protect people so simple that they ought not to be allowed abroad with- out @ nurse. THE MAN WHO STO! OF HOUSES. A BLOCK sense and a man may remove moun- And that is the last that the victim sees of either of understanding that neither Given impudence and the artistic agency, where he stayed from the time he was eighteen until he entered the city’s employ at twenty-three, and under the tutelage of a retired secret~ service man learned a good deal about the details of his trade before he en- tered on his official career. He did not climb fast or far, Hon- ors in the service, such as they are, go to men who come nearest justify- ing the popular {deal of a detective as a kind of superior being, omniscient and infallible, who reaches his conclu- sions over a pipe, miles away from the scene of the crime, and leaves the menial job of pursuit and arrest to subordinates. McNamara got the laurels; it was Tom Thorne's job to bring home the men, and there was precious little credit, official or popu- “THE MAN WHO HAD WOUNDED HIM TO THE DEATH WAS TIMO- THY PARROT HIMSELF.” YARD, lar, to be gotten out of this. To be sure, Burton, the chief, rec- ognized Thorne's special ability clear- ly enough to see to it that he had a reasonably free foot in his pursuits, and that his expense vouchers were liberally audited, but it was on Mc- Namara and men of Mac's type that he relied most heavily. ‘Thorne did not mind. He had money enough to keep himself housed an/ clad and fed when he was at home; he was not hard to please in the mat- ter of his amusements; he had few friends outside of the department and more inside of it; he had the hearty respect of the men he hunted or who feared that he might hunt them. They called him The Tracker and they spoke the name, whether they leaned on a stained table in some waterfront den or on the mahogany bar in some costly uptown hotel, always with the characteristic backward flirt of the eyes over one shoulder and the grudging, cautious release of the word through one slanting corner of the mouth. Thorne had not meant to speak his thought concerning Parrot. He was backward about airing his views be- fore his mates in the service. The words had slipped out before he real- ized what they implied, and he was sorry. But McNamara's confident as- sertion that Parrot was merely a warped mind masquerading as the author of really unrelated crimes did not weaken his conviction to the con- trary. His one big vision was the dream that some day he would be set to the scent of the one criminal alive who really commanded his respect. To track most crooks was merely a task of patience and alertness, a tireless, dogged persistence, and a ready eye for minor hints. To track Timothy Parrot would be a job for an artist. Ever since Parrot's appearance in the world of crime Tom Thorne had been preparing himself for the task of following him when the time came. He knew more about Parrot and his record than any other man in any de- partment in America. In his bureau drawer at his room at Mrs, Rake’s boarding house reposed a battered scrapbook pasted nearly full of clip- pings relating to Parrot, clippings to secure which Thorne had long sub- scribed to a press-bureau_ service which sent him frequent, thick en- velopes of cuttings bearing on Parrot and his work. ‘These he had arranged in careful, chronological order and pleced out by notes of his own. And he knew, as he knew that his own name was Tom Thorne, that Parrot was the man be- hind the crimes attributed to him McNamara would have derided the basis for that conviction. But not Thorne. Running through all the con- tradictory descriptions of Parrot was taine—at any rate he may remove houses. At Dartmoor there was a man who boasted that he was “the {t was no idle boast. In the City there was a row of derelict eighteenth cen- tury cottages which in these days would have been condemned as unfit for human habitation. Tenants must have come to a similar conclusion about them, for an agent's board, af- ready weather-worn, announced that they were to let. One morning a young man called at the house agent's and got into conversation with the clerk. “So those houses in Paradise Row are to let. I'd like to have a look at them and see whether it would sult my governor to make an offer. “Right,” said the clerk, “come to-morrow and I'll take you round. 1 can't come now, I'm alone in the office."* “Don't you worry, old man, Lend me the key and I'll be back with It in half an hour.” The clerk was giad to be rid of him on such easy terms. A week later an old client happened to look in, “I see you're pulling down those old death-traps in Paradise |e feature which never changed. he Row. It was about time you did.” = ticular save one. ways blue. i Not much of a clue, to be sure. The population of the underworld 1s almost as evenly divided between light and dark as its counterpart in the upper. To send a man after a blue eyed thief was to set him a rather broad target indeed. But Thorne rea- soned stubbornly from the premise. “Pulling them down? What do you Te S7e8 Wore st mean?” “IT mean what I say. I passed there just now and there's not much left.” The clerk glaneed hastily at the nail where the key was wont to hang. The key was gone, and then he re- membered how he came to part with it. He tore out of the office without If Parrot was merely a masquerader, | Hogan of the Twenfth Precinct had claiming discredit for the evil deeds} been summoned by a bellboy «9 a of other men, he must, sooner or|room on the fifth floor of a bachelor later, have claimed a job done by a| apartment building at No. 48 Leaven- dark-eyed rascal. It was impossible| worth Street, where he had found a to believe that he would be able to] man suffering from a wound in the strike only the work of men of one|left breast and barely breathing. characteristic time after time. A crook can alter almost every detail of his appearance except one. He cannot change the color of his eyes. It was significant to Thorne| the spot. The ambulance surgeon regarded the wound as fatal and the man was removed to the Emergency Hospital, Hogan remaining to investigate on He had learned only that that throughout all the conflicting de-| the man was known at the apartment scriptions of Timothy Parrot, fur- nished or robbed or blackmatted, tint of the eyes remained the same. On that single bit of reasoning he|to the crime {tself, the building pinned his faith in his theory. Par- rot was @ real man, a real erook, and some him in,’ as J. R. Smith, and that he had oc- by the men he had defrauded] cupled his suite for some three only the] months, living very quietly, with few visitors and no apparent business. As tendants were unanimous tn attribut- ing it to a man who visited Smith y Tom Therne would ‘bring | several times during the last ten days just as he had absently|and who had been admitted to his prophested, to the amusement of his| apartment shortly before ihe bellboy, condescending superiors. McNamara was still expanding on his pet theory, with now and then a sly side slap at Thorne, when a door opened, and Lane, the chief's secre- tary, interrupted the talk.” “Chief wants you, Mack. And you, too, Thorne."* answering a ring, had peered over the transom and seen Smith's yody lying on the floor below the button. No one had seen the visitor leave, but the hallboy and telephone at- tendant and elevator operator all agreed as to his entrance a half hour or more before the discovery. The McNamara went first, still grinning] visitor was described as a man of at his Iast remark. Thorne followed, not in the least displeased at the ridi- middle age, quietly dressed and of gentlemanly appearance, blue-eyed cule, but more stubbornly convinced] and clean-shaven, except for a short, than ever that he had the right fdea. The first words of the chief took away his breath, “McNamara, Sweeney's just sent in from the Em- ergency. grab him this time. brown mustache which was alwaye carefully waxed and twisted at the tips. The name he had given thg tel- here's the report] ephone operator was Rawlings. At the Emergency the surgeons dis- With any luck we ought to] covered that the victim possessed that Thorne, you g>| remarkable grip on life which enables along and |f you strike a trail go to|some men to survive wounds generally it, hard, Jump."* He flung a typewritten slip across Don't wait for orders—-just| regarded as instantly and inevitably fatal, His heart had actually been punctured by the point of the weapon the table to McNamara, who took it} which had struck him down, and yet up without changing the incredulous} he had managed to reach the button, grin with which he had come tn.| unaided; before he lost consciousness. Thorne leaned over the other man's] Although there was no chance of his shoulder to read the brief statement. recovery, he clung to existence so It recited that at 5.12 Patrolman'strongly that under ministrations at the hospital he regained consciousn¢.4 long enough to tell the surgeons some- thing which had inspired Sweeney to telephone his report post haste to the chief, The man who had wounded him to the death, he whispered, was Timothy Parrot himself, and the rea- son for the attack was Smith's accl- dental discovery of the other Parrot jobs. The report ended abruptly here. The chief waved the two men away. “Get up there to the hosptial on the jump and find out the rest of it direct if you can, If this is really straight, we've got a chance to land on Parrot oa before he knows we're on to him. isn't going to tip us off, that’s et:3, And we've got the whole story under cover so that he won't know we e-n- nect him with the job. If he reads the papers he'll read that Smith kicked im without speaking. See?’ The two went out together, 4s one of the big P. D. motors shuffled to the step and its driver unlatched the door of its tonneau, They threaded quick passage through the tramMo, McNamara chuckled phen “All keyed up?" he asked. “I suppose you think this is where you make good on that bring-in stuff you spilled back there?’ “It this Parrot"—— begam Thorne, soberly. The other laughed. “Tf,” he se peated significantly. like» to make a little bet that whether we nab the lad that pulled this trick or mot we never hang it on him that he had any hand in the other Parrot jo! “His eyes are blue, anyway,” sat€ Tom Thorne, in a comfortable tone MéNamara stared incredulously. re they? And do you suppose he’s got two feet and a head, toof That would make it open and shut, wouldn't it? You've been reading those books again, Thorne."* “We'll see when we get there, Mae. Let it go till then.” And Thorne wet- tled back to ponder What he had read in silence until they stopped at the ite of the Emergency Hospital. Al- 1-ady instinct was telling him that all was well at last. He had touched the trail of Parrot, and it was a blood trail, from which there could be ne turning back—the trail of all others which the born hunter of men, blood- hounds or bushman or shadow, loves best to follow THE TRACKER DISTRACTED. J. B. Smith was still conscious and still animated bye a bitter = more than the skill of the physicians who were watching him with a kind of aggrieved wonderment with which they always inspect men who ought to be dead by all the rules and yet stubbornly refuse to follow estab- lished medical precedent. He had al- ready made and signed his ante- mortem, and the doctor in charge would have dented admission to the late arrivals on the ground that his patient had already talked more than was good for him had not Smith him- self unexpectedly overruled the de- cision. “What's the big idea, doc?’’ he de- manded, In his painful whisper. ‘‘You say I ought to be cold right now and that I haven't got a million-to-one chance of pulling through, don’t you?” “Your injuries are likely to prove fatal, I'm afraid,’’ said the cautious man of medicine. Smith grinned impatiently. ‘Then what's the sense of trying to make ft twenty minutes instead of fifteen? That big guy's the one they call The Tracker, isn't he? I want to talk to him, Never mind the fly cop that's with him. The Tracker carries my money every time."’ McNamara came up to the bedside, bristling with the importance he loved to display on such occasions. Thorne stood back, struggling with a grin at the thought of how Mac must have hated to listen to the frank opinton regarding their relative importance, Smith lifted his lip in a snarl at Mo- Namara's first question, This isn’t in your line, Mr. Dick,”* he whispered. “I don't need any highbrow stuff to know who slipvod that knife nto me. All I want is te kick in pretty sure that he's due to get his. And if anybody can hand ft to him it's The Tracker. I know his number all right. Move over and give him a-chance!"" (Copyright, 1922, The Bell Syndicate, Tre! (Continued To-Morrow.) his hat, risked a hundred deaths from motor buses and reached his goal breathless. He would have been Ch Ne d rate tn'uay came at onat'ne| CRaNges Note saw. The housebreakers had done Of Fashions In Flowers thelr work thoroughly and at the mo- iment weie deo u floor. The lead, the guttering, tiles, cisterns, woodwork and bricks had all been carted away and sold to the order of the man “who stole a row of hous He considered the months he had to spend in prison a cheap price to pay for the prestige he won in the only circles whose opinion he respected. (To Be Continued.) Young Men Use Originality in Bouquets for Girls Now, Students Are Told. But the wife of Viscount Lascelles is a modern young woman. So it was more or less natural that Princess Mary should give a dinner dance at which, of the nineteen dance selec- tions, she picked nineteen jazz compo- sitions. The full list of the orchestral selec- tions has just reached this country, Prominent among the composers who are thus put in line for knight- hood or who, under English custom, are now privileged to put “purveyors of melody to H. R. H. the Princess Mary” on thelr productions, are George Gershwin, Jerome Kern, Con Conrad, Irving Berlin, Ted snyder and other Jerome Kern had two numbers “Wild Rose’ and “Whose Baby Are You?” the latter fro Tie Night Boats." George Cershwin ! “Do It Again’? and “South Sea Isles: Irving Berlin's contribution was “Say it With = Music Ted Snyder's “shell? was third on the programme. with "Mello Gelly” by Neu Moget Imagination, not money dieplay, ts the aim in floral decoration to-day, according to Max Schling in his next Others whose compositions were on the list were Parish, Young = pe biel nes cheer a opening speech at the new five days’ ‘ahn, Egan a vhiting “Bimini Bay," Gon Conrad who} School of floristry, which held its first session In the Hotel Netherland, Fifth Avenue and 69th Street, yester- day. Applicants from Texas, Kansas, Indiana, California and three from South Africa were among 169 present. furnished Ma," Fred Fisher with “In My Tippy Canoe," Louis Silvers and his popular Al Jolson hit, ‘April Showers,” and Sissie and Blake with “I'm Just Wild About Harry."* Other jazz selections played ware: “Dear Love, My Love,’ Counting} "The young man who wants to the Days," “No One Ever Kissed Me,"| send the girl of his choice the finest “You Can't Sting a Nigger,” and “My] possible bouquet no longer chooses Little Indian Rose.” orchids. He wants something origi- nal. We atill have many standing orders for a bouquet a day to a cer- tain young woman, Well, every day The gathering at Princess Mary's dance at Chesterfield House was one of the most brilliant London ever knew. Besides the King and Queen, cheering the bereaved with thetr brightness,” said Mr. Schling, A new kind of bridal bouquet for the use‘of brides who go direct to the train from the church was dem- onstrated at the afternoon session, A smaller bunch of flowers is in- serted in the centre of the large one, with a separate pin, ready to be de- tached and worn separately after the geremony. ‘The school of floristry will consider problems of indoor and outdoor dec- oration, planting the hardy garden and planting for general purposes ‘The school had to refuse 200 appli- cations for lack of space. On Snvita- tion of Park Commissioner Gallatin a personally conducted tour of the parks will be made, and later in the week a visit to the Botanical Gar- dens in the Bronx. Max Schiing 1s known throughout the country as @ lecturer on horti- cultural subjects. Before setting up his florist business here twenty years ago he was a sculptor in Vienna se aes SENTENCED TO TOMBS FOR FALSE STATEMENT Samuel Bernstein of the firm of Bern- stein & Cohen, No, 111 Eldridge Street, was sentenced to-day by Judge John stone in the Court of General Sessions everybody who was anybody was|it must be something different to serve a term of sixty days in the among the 250 guests. ‘There waa aj “Tenty years ago roses and car-|Tombs for making # false Anancial display of gowns jewelry and|nations were the only flowers con-|atatement of his business In order to men. wore knee vieecies and deco-| sidered proper for wedding decora-|obtain credit. In sentencing Bernstein rations, but the n attraction wae{ tions. 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