CHAPTER XXV.

THE IRONY OF FATE.

In this chapter I give in his own words George's account of his flight

from London and his arrest.

"Without the remotest suspicion that my right name was known or that

anything had been discovered to show my connection with the fraud, I

resolved to take the steamer Atlantic of the White Star line at

Queenstown for New York. Knowing that all the railway stations in London

were being watched, and that any man buying a ticket for America might

have to give an account of himself, I sent a porter to purchase a ticket

for Dublin via Holyhead. I intended taking the 9 p.m. mail train, and,

as a precaution, I waited until the last moment, after the passengers

were on board, and the waiting-room doors shut. As the mail was being

transferred from the wagons to the train, I took the opportunity to walk

through the big gate unobserved amid the rush and confusion. The car

doors were all locked, but on showing my ticket to a guard (conductor)

he let me into a compartment, no doubt supposing that I had obtained

admission to the station from the waiting-room and had been loitering

about. The same was probably the case with the two or three other men

looking out of the waiting-room window at the platform, whom I judged to

be detectives. The train rolled out of the station, and soon I was

leaving London behind at the rate of fifty miles an hour. After midnight

we took the steamer at Holyhead and arrived at Dublin about 7 a.m. I

should not have felt so comfortable throughout this night's journey had

I known that the telegraph was flashing in all directions five thousand

pounds reward for my capture.

"A whole column regarding myself and my supposed movements was published

in the Dublin papers of that morning. Not suspecting they contained

'news' regarding me, I neglected purchasing one, and, remaining ignorant

of my imminent danger, took the train for Cork, where I arrived about 4

p.m. I had two or three London papers of the previous day in my hand as

I left the station. I had never been in Cork until then, and as I passed

into the street two detectives, who were watching the passengers, turned

and followed me. A few yards from the station one of them stepped up by

my side and said:

"'Have you ever been here before?'

"I slightly turned my head toward him, gave a haughty glance as I

replied: 'Yes,' then looked straight ahead and continued my slow gait,

paying no further attention to him. He continued walking by my side for

a few steps, as if irresolute, then dropped to the rear, rejoining his

companion. I did not dare to look around or make inquiry as to the

location of the wharf from which the tugboat started to convey mail and

passengers to the New York steamers, which waited in the outer harbor.

Therefore I continued my walk along what appeared to be the main

business street, perhaps for a quarter of a mile, then turned into a

druggist's and called for some Spanish licorice. This was done to enable

me to ascertain if the detectives were still following. In a moment they

passed the shop gazing intently in and saw me leaning carelessly against

the counter with my face partially turned to the street. As soon as I

had paid for the licorice I continued my walk in the same direction, but

saw nothing of the men, they having evidently stopped in some place to

let me get ahead once more. In a short time I approached an inclosure

over the gate of which was a sign that informed me I had come by

accident direct to the wharf of the New York steamers. Entering I found

the place crowded and the tugboat ready to convey the passengers to the

steamer Atlantic. Before attempting to step aboard the tug I took a

covert look around and saw my two detectives standing back in one corner

with their eyes fixed upon me, all but their heads being concealed

behind the crowd waiting to see their friends off for America.

Apparently unconscious of their presence, I threw my papers, one by one,

down among the passengers; and as the deck of the boat was eight or ten

feet below, the detectives could not see to whom they were thrown. I

stood leaning on the rail a short time gazing at the scene, then left

the wharf not even glancing in the direction of the detectives. I felt

that any attempt of mine to embark would precipitate their movements,

therefore I at once abandoned all ideas of taking passage from

Queenstown.

"Now mark the irony of fate! That was the last passage ever made by the

magnificent steamer Atlantic! Some magnetic influence deranged her

compass so that she ran twenty miles out of her course, striking on the

coast of Nova Scotia, at Meager's Head, Prospect Harbor, broke in two,

then rolling into deep water sank in a few minutes. Out of 1,002 persons

on board 560 perished, including most of the saloon passengers and all

the women and children. The elegant cabins and staterooms became their

tombs--and one might have been mine. But not for me such favoring fate;

a moment's struggle ended their sufferings, while I was left to undergo

the pangs of a thousand deaths!

[Illustration: A CORRIDOR OF THE TOMBS, NEW YORK.]

"I continued my walk up a hill among the private residences of the city,

and, hailing a cab, told the driver to take me back to the station.

Eager for a job, he asked to drive me a mile beyond on the railway.

Thinking I might elude the detectives at the Queenstown station, I

acceded, and he made his little Irish horse rush along at a pace

which brought us to the stopping place just before the train arrived.

[Illustration: INTERIOR OF AN ENGLISH CONVICT PRISON.]

"I purchased a ticket and hastened into a carriage, where, lo and

behold! sat the two detectives. A few minutes brought us to Cork again.

I was not yet aware they were in possession of my right name and the

knowledge that a reward of L5,000 was offered for my capture, nor that

their hesitation was occasioned by doubts as to my identity, which the

first false step on my part might remove. I did not suppose they were

looking especially for me, but for any one in general whose actions and

appearance might indicate that he was one of the operators in the bank

forgery. Under this erroneous belief I crossed to the Dublin station,

which was a quarter of a mile from that of the Cork and Queenstown. As I

entered the waiting room I saw my two detectives standing at the other

side. 'Well,' I thought to myself, 'this is very strange; I left the

Queenstown station ahead of them and here they are again, all alive!' I

walked away into the most thronged streets of the business part of the

city; turning a corner I glanced backward and saw them following at some

distance in the rear. As soon as I had fairly turned the corner I

started at a fast walk, turning the next before they came in view, and

after three or four such turnings I went into a small temperance hotel

and took lodgings for the night. There was but a single commercial

traveler in the sitting room--a special room set apart in every English

hotel, sacred to the 'drummer' fraternity. In the course of the evening

he handed me a small railway map of Ireland, which, in my subsequent

flight through the country, proved of incalculable service to me.

"The next morning I went out and purchased a handbag, a Scotch cap and a

cheap frieze ulster. My night's cogitations had not enabled me to solve

the detective problem, but I felt confident that something was decidedly

wrong. I then hired a covered cab, driving past the postoffice to

recoinnoitre, and saw one of the detectives standing in the doorway.

This sight deterred me from going in to ask for a letter. Dismissing my

cab, I took another and drove to the place where I had made my

purchases, taking them into the cab and going through a by-street which

brought me close to my hotel.

"From the commercial room in the second floor front I looked out and

marked the farthest house I could see to the left on the opposite side.

Stepping to the desk I wrote an order directing the postmaster to

deliver any letters to my address to the bearer. This I gave to a

cabman, instructing him to drive to the postoffice and bring my mail to

the house I had marked, returning myself to the commercial room to

watch. In a few minutes I saw the cabman drive to the house, and seeing

no one waiting there, he turned and drove slowly down the street past

the hotel, holding up at arm's length a letter to attract my

notice--which it did to my two detectives walking along a short distance

behind him, on the hotel side of the street, with noses elevated and

eyes peering everywhere.

"'Well,' I thought, 'this is getting to be hot, and it is time for me to

leave Cork.' I was now fully aroused to a sense of my danger. No one

happening to be in the commercial room for the moment, I left my hat on

the sofa, and wearing the Scotch cap, slipped downstairs just as they

were past the hotel, following them until I came to where the cab was

waiting with my luggage. I ordered the driver to take me to a canal-boat

wharf, where I dismissed him; then, with bag in hand, I walked across

the canal bridge, stopped in a small shop and hired a smaller boy to go

for a jaunting car, and a few minutes later I was rolling to the

northward.

"On the road I threw some small coins to poor-looking people, who then,

as now, comprised among their numbers the most honest patriots and the

truest-hearted sons of Erin.

"Seeing me throwing the pence to the poor folk, cabby took it into his

head that I must be a priest--a good criterion of the estimation in

which the benevolence of the fathers is held by their own people. And I

may here remark that all the Catholic priests I have known, occupying

the post of chaplain, were without exception faithful and entirely

devoted to the duties of their holy calling. I had no intention of

traveling as a priest, and when I told the driver as much he would not

believe it, but insisted that I was really a priest traveling incognito;

therefore, when we stopped at a small wayside tavern, about twelve miles

from Cork and two to Fermoy, he privately informed the mistress that I

was a priest who did not want the fact to become known. Accordingly the

good woman treated me with marked attention during my short stay. It was

then nearly sunset, and as I did not wish the cabman to get back to Cork

until late at night, I kept him eating and drinking until dark, when I

paid the bill and started him homeward, uproariously rejoicing. I then

started for Fermoy station, about two miles distant, taking the hostler

along to carry my bag. When within half a mile of the village I let him

return. While passing through the village I went into a shop and

purchased a different Scotch cap, the 'Glengarry.'

"Arriving at the station, I noticed a man near the ticket office who

appeared to be watching those who were purchasing tickets. This made me

change my plan--instead of taking a ticket to Dublin, I bought one for

Lismore, the end of the road in the opposite direction. The exclamation,

'Well, are you going to stay all night?' was the first intimation I had

of our arrival at that place. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, and saw with

dismay that all the passengers were gone and one of the porters was

putting out the lights. At the platform I found a cab, and by 9 p.m. I

was at the Lismore House. After eating supper I entered the sitting

room, finding a single occupant whom I took to be a lawyer, and judging

by his conversation and manner, in the light of later events, I do not

doubt that he surmised who I was. He was reading a newspaper, which he

once or twice offered to me; but, not dreaming of the interesting nature

of its contents, I declined to take it from him. About 10 o'clock the

gentleman retired, leaving his paper on the table. I carelessly picked

it up, and the first thing that caught my eyes was a displayed heading

in large type, offering L5,000 reward for my arrest.

"A thunderbolt, indeed! For a few minutes I stared at the paper in blank

dismay. It was fortunate for my temporary safety that there were no

witnesses present. 'Well,' I thought to myself, 'this is a predicament!

How did they obtain any clue to me? I thought we had covered up the

whole affair so deep in mystery that not a clue to our personality could

ever be obtained!'

"I sat for an hour alone in this Lismore Hotel, utterly dumfounded,

bewildered, paralyzed. I had experienced some shocks, some 'take-downs,'

in my time, but never one to compare with this.

"Arousing myself from a state of mental stupefaction hitherto unknown, I

began to realize the necessity of immediate action if I wished to avoid

falling into the merciless jaws of the British lion. I put the paper

into the fire, and retired to the room allotted to me.

"Before daylight in the morning I had decided upon the first step, and

as the lawyer had asked me if I intended to remain over Sunday, I

resolved to be as far away as possible before he was out of bed. While

it was yet dark in the house, I left my bag in the bedroom and crept

gently down the stairs to the basement, where the porter-hostler was

sleeping in a box of rags. I suppose the poor wretch had not long

finished his multifarious duties, for I could arouse him only to a state

of semi-consciousness, and could get no information from him. I then

went up to the front door, carefully turned the key and stepped out on

the piazza which ran along the front of the hotel. Another shock was in

store for me. A man posted on the other side of the street was watching

the hotel!

"It was now quite light, and I sauntered carelessly up the street,

apparently taking no notice of the man over the way, and endeavoring to

show by my actions that I was out for an airing before breakfast.

"As I turned the next corner and glanced back, I saw him following. I

noticed a place where jaunting-cars were to be let, but passed on, at

each turn glancing back to see my follower the same distance in the

rear. I now took a circuit around by the hotel, but instead of going in

I hastened and turned the next corner beyond--he, when reaching the

corner near the hotel, not seeing me, doubtless thought I had gone in,

and planted himself in his old position. I thought Lismore to be getting

rather hot, and hastening to the livery stable, found the hostler just

getting up. He informed me that all the horses were engaged for the day

except one, the fastest they had, but as this was engaged for a long

journey on Tuesday, they were letting him have a rest. I said: 'But, my

good fellow, I must have a horse, and at once, with you to drive, and

there will be a half sovereign for a good Irishman, such as I see before

me.' My 'blarney' began to do its work. Scratching his head, he finally

said: 'Well, I will waken up my master, and you can talk with him.' So

he rapped at a window, and soon a night-capped head appeared, and after

some parley the master consented to let me have his equipage. In a few

minutes from the time I had lost sight of my follower we were rattling

out of the town of Lismore at the full speed of a blooded Irish horse. I

had left my bag behind, taking only the Scotch caps and ulster with me

from the hotel. I found, by reference to the small map and railway

guide, that Clonmel was less than thirty miles distant, and connected

with Dublin by a branch line. When I engaged the jaunting-car I had

told the owner that it was uncertain what part of the day I should

require it, and after we were about five miles from Lismore I said to

the driver:

"'You say that you are going to Clonmel on Tuesday for a passenger.

Well, now, as I must go there before I leave this part of the country,

you may as well continue in that direction, and I can return with you on

Tuesday.'

"This pleased him, and we drove on till about noon, when we stopped at a

country grocery about five miles from Clonmel. As we drove up to the

door, the words of an old Irish song went jingling through my brain:

"'At the sign of the bell,

On the road to Clonmel,

Pat Flagherty kept a neat shebeen.'

"The rain poured down in torrents. I gave my driver a lunch of bread and

cheese, which--of course, there--included whisky. I also gave him a

sovereign, telling him to pay his master for the horse-hire and keep the

change for himself; then started him back, brimful of delight and the

'craythur,' receiving his parting salute:

"'Yer 'onor is a jintleman, and no mistake.'

"I arranged with the storekeeper to let a boy take me in his car to

Clonmel.

"The Green Isle! Well, I found out that day what keeps the grass green

in Ireland. My Irish frieze and every thread on me were water-logged,

yet the Irish lad, my driver, took the 'buckets-full' as a matter of

course. Amid this deluge of rain we arrived in Clonmel and stopped at a

'shebeen,' kept by the boy's uncle--driving into the back yard through a

gate in a board fence fifteen feet high, which shut it in from the

street.

[Illustration: "I AM JOHN CURTIN OF THE PINKERTON FORCE."--Page 332.]

"I went into a room in the rear of the sale room, the door of which

stood open so that I could see all that passed within, and, as I stood

drying my clothes by the turf fire, I saw how thirsty souls on the

'ould sod,' evaded the Sunday liquor law. The proprietor stood in the

shop in a position whence he could covertly keep an eye on the policeman

patrolling the street, and as soon as he was out of sight a signal was

given, the backyard gate thrown open, when a dozen men rushed in, and

the gate closed. Coming hilariously through the dwelling into the shop,

these were soon busily drinking their 'potheen.'

"It was now 2 o'clock p.m., the rain had ceased, and starting out, I

walked along a main street until I saw a sign 'cabs to let.' I went into

the house and was shown into an inner room, where the proprietress sat

crooning over a turf fire. She motioned me to a seat beside her, and

when I told her I wished for a conveyance to take me to Cahir, a place

eight miles distant, she asked me several questions, among others, how

long I wished to be gone, and if I were not an American. To all of which

I replied to the following effect: That I was going to visit some

friends who were officers stationed in the fort at Cahir; and as to her

mistaking me for an American, the ancestors of the 'Yankees' went from

about Norfolk County, England, to America, of course, taking the accent

with them, and I being from the former place, (Norfolk) of course had

the same accent.

"This explanation appeared to satisfy the old lady, and she became quite

confidential; and, anxious to remove from my mind any trace of offense

at her unusual questioning, she drew closer to me and said:

"I can see that you are all right; but the fact is that the captain of

police sent an order that I should notify him at once in case any

stranger wished to hire a vehicle, especially if I thought him an

American. But I do not care for the curs; they are nothing but a parcel

of spies and informers in the pay of the English Government; so even if

you were the one they are looking for they will wait a long time for me

to inform them, and you shall have my best horse and a good driver.'

"I heartily thanked the good old Irish lady--for I have found true

ladies and gentlemen among the poor and humble, as well as the wealthy,

especially in Ireland--and in a few minutes I was bowling gayly along

toward Cahir.

"This is a small, ancient, walled garrison town, the nearest railway

station being at Clonmel. This miniature city has been the scene of many

a heart-stirring event in the distant past. Here Cromwell was for a time

held at bay, and his fanatical hordes made their Celtic opponents pay in

blood for their patriotic and desperate defense of their homes and

firesides.

"Driving through the town gate, I saw in the main street a grocery store

with a blind down, and telling the driver to halt there, I paid him and

sent him back. I then went into the grocery, and after taking a lunch of

bread and cheese, continued my walk up the street. I saw a hotel just

ahead, but not wishing to attract attention to my movements, I crossed

to the opposite side, and while doing so glanced back and saw a car come

through the same town gate I had just entered, and dash furiously up the

street, pulling up at the walk a few yards behind me. Just as they

sprang out I turned to the left in a narrow lane in which I saw a

gateway to the fort, just within the entrance of which a sentry was

pacing, there being opposite several roofless cottages. The soldier's

back being turned, quick as thought I sprang unseen within one of these,

and in a moment I heard some men run around the corner and interrogate

the soldier, who stoutly declared that no one had entered. The men then

demanded to see the captain, were admitted, and after a short time I

heard them come out and depart. I stood in that ruin two mortal hours

until dusk, then walked out unseen by the sentry, and turning to the

left, came into a narrow street lined with small dwelling houses."