YOU can imagine with what eagerness I searched the newspapers next morning. Once more I was disappointed.
It appeared that while we were turning our trick at Fossberg’s, the famous Bobbed-Hair Bandit had been conducting a sensational raid on the pay-roll of a factory in Brooklyn. She got a whole column and a half whereas they only gave us a couple of short paragraphs tacked on to the end of her story.
According to this account which had been given out by one of the clerks, he and his mates had put up a bold resistance, and had succeeded in driving us off with only a trifling loss to the establishment. These lies made me good and sore.
Why, the value of the rings taken by Mme. Storey was upward of fifty thousand dollars. I experienced the psychology of a real gunman. I felt that we had b
