The Wrong Burglar
“Perhaps I should say the ‘wronged’ burglar,” said my friend Barrister —— (from whom I received the following narrative as we were steaming down from Albany last week behind the locomotive “Superior;”) “wronged, because he was legally convicted of one burglary, when he was only morally guilty of another.”
Returning from the Court of Appeals, we had been giving reminiscences of our early professional career. What preceded the story is unnecessary to recount.
“I had unsuccessfully defended him before Recorder Riker, nearly a quarter century since, for breaking into a Pearl Street store”—was the point at which I pursue my friend’s narrative. “The testimony fixed him in the vicinity of the crime, and he could not explain his presence there, nor could he give testimony of that good character which the Judges in Cancemi’s case have just held of such weight—so much so, that we shall never again convict men of a first offense! But he was not guilty, and why not I will tell” (continued H——,) [“]as I paraphrase his own story, narrated… Read More