Suspended Sentences

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— a trusted young cousin of Sterrick’s, not brilliant but very loyal and as tough as they make them — undoubtedly had instructions to destroy the contents of the safe if anyone arrived with a subpoena or warrant. Mendes had boasted to me about the security arrangements. In addition to the electrical alarm system there was a device, triggered by a switch on one of the desks, that was designed to release phosphor pellets inside the safe and ignite it. That would destroy the safe’s contents instantly, of course. But clearly the watchman must have had instructions not to destroy the papers unless there was a clear danger of their being removed from the safe. It might not cripple Sterrick’s business to have those facts and figures lost but certainly it would cause a colossal headache. That button wasn’t to be pushed on any mere whim.
    We were counting on that.
    The watchman had a trivial criminal record. It was of no account but it made our next move more plausible.
    I arranged for the release from jail of our friends the forger and the safecracker. Armed with a police revolver, I took them with me in my car to a dusty lot less than a block from the rear entrance of the realty office. From there we watched the place. It was about eight in the evening; by now the bookkeepers had gone home and the watchman was on duty inside.
    A police car arrived and the two officers went to the back door and knocked. There was some dialogue between them and the watchman on the far side of the door — we couldn’t hear it — but I saw one of the officers take out his revolver and bang on the door with it. Finally the door opened and the watchman appeared reluctantly. One of the officers spoke sharply, and I saw the watchman, half in anger and half in puzzlement, take out his wallet to show his identification. Then he made as if to back inside the building. Possibly he meant to go to the telephone to report that he was being arrested. But, according to our prearrangement, the officers didn’t allow him to reach the phone. They took him in custody, handcuffed him and drove him away in their car. Leaving the back door of the office slightly ajar.
    The watchman would be taken down to the jail and held incommunicado in a detention cell until six the next morning, when he would be turned loose with apologies — a mistaken arrest, the real culprit’s been found, sorry for the trouble. That sort of thing.
    In the meantime as soon as the police car disappeared, I and my two low-life cohorts entered the realty office and closed the door behind us. I had a gun and the two men knew it; they had no chance to run out on me. But we passed the time amiably enough — a curious admixture of types, as you can imagine.
    First it was the safecracker’s turn. He had to find the alarm system, disengage it by bridging the wires so that an interruption wouldn’t set it off, then set to work on the safe itself. It had to be opened manually: no drilling, no explosives. Because I wanted no indications afterward that it had been tampered with.
    It took him until well past midnight. The forger and I sat half-dazed with boredom because we weren’t allowed to speak; the safecracker required absolute silence. He had a physician’s stethoscope and an emery board — no other tools. He used the coarse board to file his fingertips at intervals while he worked with painstaking slowness twisting the safe’s two combination dials. With the stethoscope pressed to the steel he listened for the fall of tumblers. For a while I was sure he wasn’t going to get it open. But in the end it yielded. It had taken five hours.
    Now the forger and I took the safecracker’s place by the open safe. I went through the safe’s thickly packed contents until I’d identified the items I sought: the organization’s accounting books. I had quite a thrill of excitement just to lay eyes on those documents. They

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