The Coolest Burglar on Record.

Cromwell Argus, Volume VI, Issue 274, 9 February 1875, Page 7

The Coolest Burglar on Record.

Policeman Badger, of the Tenth station had a bit of experience the other night which he is not fond of talking about. It was past midnight as he was leisurely pushing his heat through Jessop-street, and as he was opposite Drayton and Fogg's jewelry store he observed gleams of light through the chinks of tie shutters, and he rapped at the door. "Is that you policeman?" asked a voice within. " Yes," answered Badger. " Well, it's only me. It's all right. Kind o chilly out isn't it. "Yes." " Thought so. I was just fixing the fire. Good night." Badger said "Good night," and pursued his way. An hour afterwards Badger passed through Jessop-street again, and again he saw the light in the jewelry store. It didn't look right, and he banged at the door loudly. " Hallo !" cried the voice within. "Is it you, policeman V "Yes." " All right. Won't yon come in and warm yourself ? It won't hurt anything for you to slip from your beat for a few minutes." The door opened and Policeman Badger entered, and he found the inmate to be a very gentlemanly looking man, in a linen duster, " Come light up to the stove, policeman. Excuse me for a moment.*' The man took the ash-pan from the bottom of the stove and carried it down into the cellar and emptied it, and when he had returned and wiped his hands, he said with a smile: "Chilly night, isn't it?" "Yes." " Chilly outside and dull inside, (Another smile.) New goods for the spring trade and have to keep our eyes open. Lonesome work this watching all night; but I manage to find a bit of comfort in this. Won't you join me in a tip ? You'll find it a pure thing." And the man produced a black bottle and a tumbler. Policeman Badger partook, and having wiped hia lips and given his fingers a new warming, he left the store and resumed his beat satisfied that all was right at Drayton and Fogjfs. But the morning brought a new revelation. Drayton and Fogg's store had been robbed during the night of 6000 dollars worth of watches and jewellery, and although Policeman Badger carried in his mind a complete daguerreotype of tho robbor, the adroit rascal has not yet been found.