The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1892-10-30

night precisely would send out an alarm
Of fire from the box just opposite the
South ferry. AS the engines Numbered
down Broadway, directly over the vault
they would set off their explosives when
we're TO blow out the door Of the safe.
The noise would be lost in the rumble
and confusion on the streets.
They would require heavy tools and
implements to work their finishing
touches on the strong vault and how
to get these into the building without
being noticed on the street was for
time q problem.
But Brady was really a genius. He
caused the finest outfit possible Of bur
glars tools, dark lanterns and powder
kegs to be packed in a box and shipped
to Stamford Conn, through Adams Ex-
press, but the box would be sent in so
late as TO miss the last express run TO
Stamford on Saturday night, and there
fore would have to lie over at No. SO
Broadway until Monday morning, the
express company itself thus being en-
ployed as agents for its own robbery.
PLANS WORRIED ADMIRABLY.
Everything worked to perfection. The
first Sunday night on which the gang
was 10 enter the building arrived. One
by one each coming from a different
part of the city, Brady, McDevitt, Moore,
Hoorey and Cooley were let into the rear
or freight entrance Of No. SO Broadway.
The vault was down stairs, built into
solid masonry, under the sidewalk. Brod
erick, the night Waterman, was to stand
guard at the door. Hoorey was TO take
his place, go through the building and
touch the alarms at intervals Of fifteen
minutes. which indicated at a burglar
alarm office in New street that the watch
man was at his post and all was well.
The first two or three Sunday nights
were spent by Brady, McDevitt, Moore
and Cooley in making a thorough exami-
nation of the vault and familiarizing
themselves with every detail Of it's con-
struction.
Then the handles were taken off, the
combination lock tried hundreds and
thousands times, weak spots were detect
ed and a general plan adopted for the
great work of the Sunday night before
Christmas
BBoDERICK HAD sQUEALED.
Poor fools
They say there is honor among thieves,
but how often does it prove TO be SO?
Frederick had squealed. He had at first
stipulated with the thieves that he should
be found bound and gagged by them when
the robbery was discovered on Monday
morning. When he suggested that another
Waterman not In the plot might be sub
sttuted for him before the plot rpened,
he was told that in that case the other
man would be killed. This murder kept
ringing in his ears. Robbery he could
stand. but not that.
Realizing at last the desperate charac-
ter Of the men he was dealing with, he
went to John Hoey and made a clean
breast Of it, This was before the first
entrance was made to SO broadway.
"Oh. no! SO that is Mr.. Hoorey's re-
venge. is it, said MIR. Hoey. softly.
Then hurriedly writing a note, he called
Detective Dick" Conner to his private
Office.
Their plans were Immediately formed.
Detective Dick Fields and four others.
whose names must be nameless, We're
called In. From that moment every move
ment OF the burglars was watched. Night
and day the eye of the law was upon
them.
Broderick. now thoroughly penitent and
frightened to death. was easily com
PEELED TO keep up the pretense OF being
a member Of the gang. All he had TO do
was to let the burglars in every Sunday
night. OF course. they had no suspicion
that he had played them false.
IN THE BOILER ROOM.
Just alongside the vault but on a some
what lower level was the boiler-room OF
No. SO Broadway. little. dark dirty den
Of place. lighted only by small. iron
grating. which looked out into the cham
Der. where the vault was built.
For six Sunday nights Conner, Field
and the four others lay on their bellies
in this hole, each armed with Winchester
rifles and revolvers
Through their little peep-hole they could
watch every movement OF the burglars at
wok in the next room Every Sunday
evening a big. covered Adams Express
wagon was driven up 10 the Grand Cen
trail station with freight matter Return
ing down town II stopped at Twenty third
street at o'clock. and took on the six
detectives who lay down in the bottom
of the wagon, and were jolted directly
down to the rear Of Broadway, driven
into the yard and concealed in the boiler
room.
Mr.. John Hoey came up from Long
Branch every Sunday afternoon, much to
the surprise OF his family, and took up
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