Norwich bulletin., 1912-07-09

courts and knew quite number of the
 members of the legal profession in the
 city, One day phone call came from l the county jail, asking for Mr. Steers.
 MT. Steers was not in the office. I was l told that he was to ask for Jacob 1 Stein. Knowing that MT. Steers would ! not come in for some time l deter mined myself to go over. 1 The prisoner made gesture to the
 attendant, who retired, and then com
 ing closer to me, said:
 You tell MT. Steers I'm in for 1t,
 and want him to stand by me. Tell
 him I can pay, too"
 | When MT. Steers arrived I told him
 that James Stein wanted to hee him at
 the jail.
 Aha, so Blinky is in for it again, l eh 9'' he remarked with a sickly smile. l In spite of MT. Steers utmost efforts l Stein was found guilty and sentenced
 t. four years in state prison. He sent note from Sing Sing about two
 months later, from which I learned tna 1 following facts:
 1 He had met Ryan there and for the | first time learned that the "swag' l turned over to him in a previous peri | cd of his career had not been returned to Ryan, as had been promised, and that he considered the circumstances suspicious in that by reason of Mir. Steers eloquent defense in both in
 stances he and Ryan had been rail- roaded to prison.
 z ne afternoon I was seated at ny desk interested, I must admit not III Cooley, but in the writing of a poem. | was so busy that I did not notice the entrance of disreputable persCn who had appeared a while ago inqnir 1 irg for Mir. Steers. He stood before m, smiling, and repeated his inquiry. 1 raised my head inpatiently and satG
 My good fellow. MT. Steers wn2! 1 be back today. He's out of town. i 1 was about to remonstrate with him and inquire his business when 1 ielt q | heavy hand on my neck. At the sasTs | time I heard the door close and saw i the form of another man.
 i The hand about my neck slowly set | tied about my windpipe The mans as l sistant then leisurely proceeded to
 bind my legs and hands. and hand l kerchief was thrust down my throat 1 and l was thrown under the desk, | where could hear them enter the pri- 1 vate office of MT. Steers. I could hear | the click. click of the combination lock, 1 then wrenching of a steel instrument and then the swinging of the heavy Idoor of the safe.
 i I could hear them ransacking the 1 safe, and then with a srn0thered shout 1 of exultation they emerged from the inner office carrying the casket and | the chamois skin, which they placed 1 in q bag one of them had brought with him. Before they left they took the sheet of paper on which I had been
 scrubbing my poem, and, obliterafing
 my effusion, they wrote on the other | side some sort of message and silent l ly departed, closing the door behind 1 them.
 An hour later the woman who clean
 ed the offices appeared, and raising 2 cry of alarm when she saw me bound, i brought in a crowd of attendants. Upon my desk I saw note. It was
 addressed to MT. Steers. It read as | follows:
 From Pals of Blinky Stein and Bill Ryan: To the Crook Seers what took the swag and forgot to make good. You thought you had them salted away, but you forgot to mind that there's honor among Thieves if there ain't none among Lawyers. This is your receipt for the Chammy skin of l Diamonds and the box what was give you by Blinky.'-Buffalo News.