Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-01-12
AS NOLAN SEES IT

"Gregory's the guy. He's got 1t In
for me for fair He's told 1t around
that I'll never be out in the sunshine
again, a free man, and, well, 1t looks
that way now."
Such was one Of the many interest
ing statements made to reporter for
The Enquirer who visited Thomas
Nolan, alias Chicago Nolan" alias
Detroit Nebs," in the jail in York
vile, the other day. 1t was by cour-
tesy Of Sheriff Brown and Deputy
Sheriff Quinn that The Enquirers re-
preventative was enabled to interview
the alleged safecraker, the visit being
made at the prisoners dinner hour.
Nolan did not appear eager to have
his MONDAY meal like the several
other white prisoners in the Jail; but
instead spent some twenty or thirty
minutes relating some Of his ex-
periences with Postoffice Inspector
Gregory.
He was writing when the reporter
walked to the rear Of the big steel
box, and when Deputy Quinn called,
"Mr. Nolan, go to the back Of the
cage" he replied, "all right, sir" and
in few seconds he came-a man OF
above average height, who carried
himself erect, and whose every move
ment displayed agility and energy
If his twelve years's confinement had
greatly effected him physically, his
actions did not portray the fact.
Possessed Of a clear skin, rather
large nose, clear blueish gray eyes
shaded by heavy, sandy brows, just
little tinged with gray, high cheek
bones and forehead of the same ar
chitecture, a square cut chin covered
beard, and a heavy shock Of hair OF
the same color, which in several
places was tinged with gray, and
wearing dark colored suit of clothes,
a blue negligee shirt and a soft black
hat increased, he did not look the
part Of a bold, bad robber as pictured
in numerous interesting articles,
motion picture plays and the like, but
his appearance was rather that Of a
man whose bread Is earned by toll OF
his hands.
You are Mr.. Nolan" queried the
reporter, passing his card through the
steel bars.
Yes" he replied, looking at the
card, whereupon the newspaper re-
preventative ventured, you will note
my business from the card" and
Nolan replied, his rather stern face
relaxing into a smile and his eyes
taking an interested expression, sure,
that's all right. I'll tell you anything
I know. Fire away"
Its pretty hard to have to go back
to Jail after being pardoned," observed
the newspaper man, and Nolan re-
piled, in his low, easy, Irish brogue, as
he took his pardon paper from his
pocket and passed 1t through the bar:
I've been in twelve years now and In
spector Gregory has told it round that
I'll never be in the sunshine a free
man again"
Here Nolan began to warm up"
and from the manner in which he
talked, the things he said and the way
he said them, the fact was plain that
If there was any one person on earth
he thoroughly hated and detested,
that man was Postoffice Inspector
Gregory who has landed more alleged
safe-blowers behind the bars than
any other man in the government S
service. He applied no epithets in
speaking of the postal inspector, but
every word concerning him seemed
to be chosen with forethought and
precision and came from the prisoner
in tone Of rage and contempt.
"Gregory's sure got 1t in for me
and Howard. He hates us worse than
the devil. He always had us hand
cuffed together, photographed to-
gether, tried together. Now, Governor
Blease has pardoned Howard too,
but they are holding him for doing a
job in Virginia. Yis. Gregory III keep
after us.
Maybe he's got reason to have it In
for me-" he continued, with a rigid
tightening Of the muscles in his face
and cold gleam in his eye. Il had
him reprimanded once. They had me
jailed in Marion once. said did job
there. A letter from a friend of mine
came to me there and Gregory got
hold Of it and opened it. He had no
business opening my letter and
writes the postoffice department.
and Mr.. Gregory got his.
They didn't convict me for the