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Show HOW THEY DO IT IN FRISCO. One of the most prominent young burglars in San Francisco was walking out of Court the other day, just after having secured an acquittal regarding his latest job by a prompt and business-like "divvy" with the powers that be at the usual rates, when a well-to-do but anxious looking stranger touched his arm and beckoned him into a doorway. "You are ‘Teddy the Ferret,' ain't you?" asked the gentleman--"the man who was tried to-day for safe cracking?" "Well, wot [what] of it?" replied the housebreaker. "Why, just this--you'll excuse me for speaking so low--but the fact is, I've come all the way from the San Joaquin to look up a party in your line of business." "Have, eh?" "Yes, I--well, I've a little proposition to make to you." "Exactly," said the Ferret, calmly, "you're a bank cashier down in the foothills." "How did you know that?" stammered the gentleman, much amazed. "And your cash and accounts are to be gone over by the directors on the first and as you can't realize on your stacks; you want me to gag you sometime next week, shoot your hat full of holes, find the combination in your breast pocket-book, and go through the safe in the regular way." "Great Heavens, man! How did you find all that out?" "Why, guessed it. It's the regular thing, you know. Got three orders to attend to ahead of yours now. Lemme [Let me] see. Can't do anything for you next week, but might give you Wednesday or Thursday of the week after. How'll that suit you?" The cashier said he thought he could make that do and in less than five minutes they had struck a bargain and arranged the whole affair. |