The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-12
William '. Meyer; CashierM. L0caIPOstOffce, HddzManyA
 Thrill As 4 Postal Inspector

It was a dark and dreary night in the winter of 1901, 21 years ago, in that section of St. Louis known as the underworld.
 The rain was falling heavily, and the Chinatown section was a creepy place. A watchman in the employ of the Waters-Pierce Oil company started to make his rounds through the yards of the big oil company. The drizzling downpour battered against his cheek, as he trudged his way through the muddy. oily yards, look ing to see if there was anything amiss at the great plant.
 The turbulent waters of the Mtssis- sippi splashed against the piers of the company's docks. Between the enor- nous oil tanks in the yard there was a narrow path, only wide enough to allow the passage of one man. The watchman passed down one of the narrow by-ways, slipping now and then on the oily blanks, and started up another.
 A Gruesome Figure
 He had taken but a few steps when he suddenly stopped and uttered a heart rending cry. At his feet lay the body of a Chinaman with a hat chet buried deep in his skull, his head and face Smeared with fresh blood in little pools all about. His cry brought a fellow watchman and soon the po- lice were on the scene.
 It was declared a pure case of mur- der and the result of a Tong war. It was plain that the body had been dragged to the place beneath the oil tanks and the murderers had fled the scene. The mysterious Chinese high binders had completed their ghastly work for they kill their victims with a hatchet only. In every large city of the country with a large Chinese sec tion both Orientals and whites have been found with their bodies hacked until life was extinct because of the wrath of the mysterious society which is still in existence and which every now and then claims a. victim.
 Leader In Chinatown
 The murder victim was soon iden tified as one Jue Chow, a leader in no clue to the deed save an old greasy cap with the initials F. O. K, found under the oil tank. The mur- derer was never found but the mo- tive was.
 William T Meyer, cashier in the local post office, was at the time of the murder a postal inspector sta toned in St. Louis, and was familiar with all the details of the case. He was instrumental in securing a con viction in another case leading up to the Chow murder. He tells an inter- esting story about the affair.
 At the St. Louis post office watch full inspectors discovered that little rectangular pieces of brown card board bearing hierogliphic and pecu- liar figures were passing through the mails with great frequency. The in spectors at first thought nothing of the mysterious brown checks, con- cluding that they were receipts for clothing or collars. So great did the number become that the inspectors called in an interpreter.
 Meyer Assigned to Case.
 He took up several of the checks and after a careful examination re- marked. ''Why these are lottery tick cts" The post office department inn mediately began to work and Inspect ors Mckee and Meyer were assigned to the case. They were informed by postal carriers that a great many of the cards were collected from a box at Eighth and Market streets in the heart of the Chinatown district. The box was watched day and night Never and Mckee dividing the watch time between them.
 After vigil of several days the men were rewarded by seeing prom inent Chinaman named Wee flaw of South Eighth street, walk up to the box under suspicion with an armful of brown cards. He began to deposit them, one by one: The inspectors rested him, after their suspicious were confirmed, that he was the man wanted. flaw attempted to escape a when he was rushed away to jail. High Glass OrientalS Mckee and Meyer secured con l viCtion. The court room was crowd | their presence gave out the Odor of | the opium den, but no laundry per | fumes followed them for these China | men were of the upper strata of their | kind.
 Among the motley array there were | galmblers, rich gamblers, and pro- | prietors of opium dens that were pat ] ronized by wealthy and exclusive peo- pie.
 | flaw was convicted and sentenced | A few days after the trial Chow was | found murdered. Subsequent inves-
 tigation brought out that he had tery games that were being conduct | ed by the wealthy flaw. The wheels | of Chinese justice went to work and | Chow's cold-blooded death was the l result. The murderer was never | found.
 That is the substance of MT. Mey- CTS story and one of the most inter l esting cases that ever came to his as a postal inspector. MT. Meyer | thoughtfully collected clippings of all | his experiences while in the service l and the scrap book treasured by him l is full of stories that would rival an | Oppenheim novel.
 While in the service MT. Meyer and Joseph E. Jacobs, one of the most | noted sleuths in the country, now | dead, were pals and by their splen- | did cooperation succeeded in bring | ing many notable criminals to jus | tice.
 Captured Forgery Queen In the year 1903 the Gold Dust | Twins" as the two men were known, | captured one of the most noted and most clever money order raisers of l the country. She was internationally known as Annie Sharpley, dubbed by | the underworld as queen of forgers- | The queen was born in England 1 and in her early youth she was 1 taught the art of forging by a Lon don Jim the Penman.' She worked | at the forging game in England until | Scotland Yard was hot on her heels | Then she suddenly departed and fled l to this country.
 | On May 20, 1903. she walked into | the Bank of the Metropolis at 17th l street and Union Square, Philadel- | phia. with a money order for s25- 25 | signed to the order of F. A. Marsen.