On a Field Azure a Silver Star
The early fall of the year 1863 found me in the city of Boston, bent upon the execution of a mission most important to my future financial and professional prospects. Furnished with carte blanche to an unlimited amount in the way of necessary expenditure, and provided with every accessory in the way of credentials and assistance from my generous employers. I was vain enough to believe that my skill and adroitness would eventually result in the recovery of over $50,000 in money and bonds stolen from the Mercantile Bank three days before my arrival.
I had received a telegram from Mr. Dawes, the president of the bank, directing my immediate presence at the scene of action. I was not able to leave New York, however, until the third day after the commission of the robbery, and I found Mr. Dawes somewhat annoyed and very impatient when I at length reached the bank and reported myself ready for action. He motioned me to a seat, and without any preliminary remarks plunged into the business on hand.
The bank had been entered… Read More