The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1901-01-03
PERILS OF EXTRACTION.


A Growing Lack of Places for Crimi
mails to Go to.
Such fierce light is now shed by the
telegraph and press on the movements
of persons who, for reasons of theil
own, are DESTROYS of avoiding the long
arm of the law that, the evil doer oil
to-day must be of opinion that he might
as we'll live in a glass house. "Where
am ! to go?" says the criminal. 1t Is
a knotty problem, for even the detec-
tlves whom the writer has consulted are
not unanimous on the subject.
Said one: II don't think that Ar
gentina will be much run upon for some
time to come. 1t has doomed so large
in the public gaze that runaways, nat
urally thinking that newcomers will be
regarded with suspicion, will shun that
state. The continent? If you can
pass as foreigner, not unless. There
are, of course, thousands Of Englishmen
abroad, but when any one is wanted
only two classes escape suspicion-the
dashing young fellow fresh from col
lege, bluff, hearty, with friend or two,
plenty of letters from England, and an
entire absence of secrecy, and the mar
ried Englishman with his family.
Nov, the fugitive from justice is
nearly always alone, and, however
much he may swagger, spend his mon
ey, or live irreproachably, he has no
letters and Is generally pale in the
morning. Why? Bad nights rest.
| Then, again, the inventive faculties of
criminals generally fail from the mo-
ment they run away. There are excep-
tions of course
Il remember once chasing a forger
half over Europe, and ultimately trac-
ing him to Bordeaux. I anticipated an
easy capture, as the French police had
all the stations and roads watched to
prevent escape. All the private lodg-
ings were secured and the hotels
searched. No use. How was I to
know that the Indian gentleman who
was SO submssively followed by his In
dian attendant was my man, especially
as not only his clothes and get up were
those of Parsee, but his jewelry and
effects We're Indian too? One morning
chambermaid in the pay of the po-
lice told me that the toilet cover in the
Indians bedroom was missing and had
been replaced by new one. That set
me thinking. So on the first opportufli-
ty I searched his luggage and the Sc
cret was revealed. The reason for hid
ing the toilet cover was at once appa-
rent-a brown stain the color Of walnut
Juice. 1t flashed upon me In an instant
that he had upset the bottle while dye
ing his skin. He subsequently told me
that he had made all his arrangements,
even to securing the servant, long be-
forehe left England"
1t is the opinion of well known re-
tired detective, whose services are still
greatly In request when the continent
has to be visited, that the work would
be rendered much more difficult II law
breakers thought out their plans for
boiling beforehand II remember
bank cashier" he says, who before he
bolted obtained large quantity OF
French money and recovered from his
friends all his portraits, including also
the negatives He had also worn
toupee so long that every one had for
gotten that the top Of his head was
quite bald Still, I managed somehow
to trace him to Boulogne, where the
1t difficult to identify any one without
a photo, The baldheaded ones I natu-
rally left alone, and as 1 was sure he
was not among the others was on the
point of returning to England when I
received letter saying that my man
was passionately fond Of the opera
Carmen That evening, attired in a
spare uniform belonging to one of the
local bands I persuaded the leader to
allow me to stand in the ranks and pre-
tend to play clarionet 1t was getting
late when Carmen was played for the
last time. The hotels had made no
sign, and as a last resource we had |
stopped outside one of the boarding |
houses. There wasn't soul about |
when a bald headed gentleman crossed |
the road and gave the conductor cou-
pie Of francs to repeat the selection. |
Next day we journeyed together to
London
An Italian gentleman with whom the |
present writer is acquainted says:
The fidelity observed by the numerous
secret societies of Italy is due to a be-
lief that there is no hiding place in the
world where traitors are safe from ven
geance, not even in London, toward |
which they all gravitate as affording |
hem the safest asylum. Two years ago
he body of an Italian was found in the
Thames stabbed to the heart. We were
acquainted, and I was the only person
o whom on his arrival he confided the
Iecret of his hiding place. He had be-
rayed the society of which he was a
member to the government. His pur-
uers, who knew that he had fled to
london, made no effort on their arri-
al to hunt him down, contenting them
elves with instructing the keepers of
he italian restaurants to keep a watch,
bout four months later, an any italian
Who might dine there. They calculated
hat by then the temptation to meet a
ountryman and renew his acquaint-
would prove Irresistible. Three months
lapsed, and the poor wretch, weary of
iding, stole from his retreat and, after
assing pleasant evening at one Of
he cheap italian restaurants, adj
burned with some companions to the
,dgings of compatriot to play domi-
os. That night he met his fate"
Considering the vast size Of America, |
ne would think that fugitive landing
l that country would disappear in an
mist Scotland Yard,
owever will tell you that American
electives have most extraordinary
mack of finding any criminal they
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