THE COOLEST BURGLAR ON RECORD.

Globe, Volume II, Issue 182, 8 January 1875, Page 3

THE COOLEST BURGLAR ON RECORD.

[From the New Haven Register.]

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 beat through Jessup street, and as he was opposite Drayton and Fogg's jewelry store he observed gleams of light through the chinks of the shutters, and he rapped at the door. 'ls 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 afterward Badger passed through Jessup 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. 'ls it you, policeman ?' 'Yes.' ' All right. Won't you come in and warm you ? It won't hurt anything for you to slip from your beat 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 right 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 the pure thing.' And the man produced a black bottle and a tumbler. Policeman Badger partook, and having wiped his lips and given his fingers a new warming, he left the store and resumed his beat, satisfied that all was right at Drayton and Fogg's. But the morning brought a new revelation. Drayton and Fogg's store had been robbed during the night of 6000 dols worth of watches and jewelry, and, although Policeman Badger carried in his mind a complete daguerreotype of the robber, the adroit rascal has not yet been found.