The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1894-05-01
Samuel Brandt.

michael. He had another black tin box,
fac-si mile Of the one Graham had picked
up, and be reluctantly delivered it to his
captor. Accompanied by the excited
woman and followed by big crowd the
officers took their prisoners to the old City
Hall, and the investigation which fol-
lowed showed that the two men had at
tempted green goods and finn fam game
which. for audacity and recklessness, has
not yet had an equal IN this city.
The stslwart fellow who had been
caught by Officer Whalen was recognized
IN the prison as Tom Moore. who has
been there before, and the other gave the
name of Sam Brandt. The box which
Moore bad dropped was found TO contain
$500, which the woman claimed as hers.
number Of crisp one-dollar bills laid CAFE
fully on TOP Of what seemed to be pack
ages of new bank notes, but were not.
The other Dox was locked and could not at
the time be opened. A locksmith on
Kearny street afterward broke it and
found that II held nothing more valuable
than newspaper chopped into pieces the
size of bank note and tied up in small
packages
The explanation Of the trick that had
been practiced upon her was given by the
woman after she had sufficiently recovered
from her excitement to speak cOherenty
She said: my name is Mrs. Rose Devars,
and live in Tacoma, where my husband
is an honest saloOn-keeper. For some time
past l have been receiving letters Written
by man who signed the name of c. B.
Dayie. He wanted ME to buy some goods
from him and get rich right away. ]
was to pay $500 for them, and he
said l could make $4,000 without any
trouble. | am a business woman.
/ am, and | didn't much believe in his
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cisco and see the fair anyway. and so l
told my busban | would come, and while
! was here | would look at the goods.
telegFaphed c. B. Davie according TO his
instructions, addressing 500 Bush street.
and saying that would arrive on Satur-
day. | brought $500 with me, and when l
arrived Saturday | went first to the Russ
House, then to the New Western and then
to the International. on Kearny street.
where am now stopping. notified Mr..
DAVE of my presence, and to-day he called
at the hotel and sent up card. upon
which was written G. b. Fuller. de salo
be was the man who had been writing to
me, and he showed me his goods-the ones
you see in that 0pen box. l didn't like the
looks of the stuff and refused to buy. l
told him intended to leave for Tacoma
this afternoon. and was going down to the
train then. He said he was going TO
Tacoma, too, and that he would walk
down the street with me. de wanted me
to put my money in his box, so that be
could carry it safely. l objected. but he
said could carry the box, and L laid the
money on the top of the green goods and
we started On tine street he took the box
from me, saying ne would relieve me OF
the weight. We got on a car and intended
going to Wells-Fargo's Office and shipping
the box to my address in Tacoma. On the
car saw him change the box for another
carried by the man they call Moore and
whom l had not seen before Moore at
once made for the door and | sprang from
my seat and ran after him. They both
took to their heels, but were caught, am
thankful to say. If l hadn't been so
smart | would have been robbed, but / am
a business woman and it takes a smart
man to get ahead of me-"
Mrs. DeVars was very anxious to get
hold of her money, but Sergeant Bow en-
held it to await instructions, and when she
urged him to let her go, as she wanted to
catch the train. informed her that She
would have TO stay where she was. So
the business woman from Tacoma had to
content herself with a seat on a BEECH in
the prison.
Nobody at the prison knows anything of
Sam Brandt, alias Davie, alias Fuller, and
the landlord at 502 Bush street says that
no such man as G. b. Dayie roomed there,
though Sam Brandt bad. about six months
ago.
Mrs. Deyars says she saw another man
with Fuller. or Brandt, at the International
Hotel. but the police have not succeeded
In ascertaining who he is.
The plan evidently was to ship the
honey-box to Mrs. Devars' address IN Ia