Norwich bulletin., 1912-07-09
THE BULLETINS SHORT STORY.
, SOME HONOR AMONG BURGLARS

l Our stenographer was simple little | girl, who seemed to have very little to | do. She and I sat in the outer office, 1 while MT. Steers occupied a large room that was divided from the main office by wooden partitions. In one corner of his room stood very large sofa. and near the window was hls deak, large one, and his pivot chair. My desk faced the wall that divided ] his office from ours, and there was tiny slit in the wall which often all lowed me to see whot was going on in his office
 One day, however. I was dozing over Cooley on Forts. finding it very hard to concentrate my mind, when l saw MT. Steers open his safe and take out of it a package. It was wrapped about with chamois skin and seemed to contain something very precious. l saw through my peep-hole. l remember at the time l wondered how Steers should have come into the possession of so many valuable stones.
 Immediately after this incident MT Steers came out of his office rather i'm patiently and said to me:
 I'm going over to Culver's for lunch I'm expecting client, who will not give his name. You must ask him to wait. It is very important" About half an hour later a man en- tered the office who refused to give his name. I surmised that this must be the expected client. l gave him chair, told him that Mir. Steers would soon return and returned to my book.
 The man sat down, furtively took off his cap and twirled it in his hand. He was a man. l should judge. of about S5. His face was smooth. disclosing a firm chin a rather tense mouth, and deep piercing eyes. His fingers were unusually long and slender and he seemed unable to keep them quiet. In stead of expressing his feelings by his face I found that it was his fingers that reflected his emetions-they were so sensitive.
 He sat there seemingly deep in thought, but I could see that his eye was watcheful He shifted his chair so that he could have a good view of the inner office, and at the same time see who entered the outer door.
 In few minutes MT. Steers return ed, greeted his client with a broad, welcoming gesture and took him into his private office, which he took the precaution to close
 Soon the client became somewhat excited, anu HedNu Aiil say
 You can't bamboozle me out of them They're mine and you've got to give them to me. That's what I've come for
 Don't speak so loud and don't get excited, Ryan" warned MT. Steers.
 T don't care who hears me ex- claimed the man. You've got them stones, and they're mine. When Blinky gave them to you he told you I'd come to get them, and you've got to pony up"
 The next day I read in the morning paper of the arrest of Bill Ryan, a notorious burglar, for a job perpe- trated in Buffalo, and before the day was over MT. Steers had been sent for to visit the prisoner in the county jail.
 What promises MT. Steers made to Ryan I did not know at the time. but from later information I received from police officials I learned that he had promised to turn over to him the col lection of diamonds.
 But MT. Steers defended the unlucky Ryan so well that that unlucl1y gen. tleman found himself within two months behind the bars at Sing Sing
 It was in the spring of the year 1885 I had become familiar with legal pro- cedure and was frequently in the