Our rival, the rascal : a faithful portrayal of the conflict between the criminals of this age and the defenders of society, the police . this floor. In the cities where there is a nightly patrol of police, a lightshould be kept burning on the street floor of all businessestablishments, and tht safes, on this floor, so placed thata clear view can be obtained of them by the passing watchmen,on the street, through the uncovered glass of a front curtain or other obstacle should be allowed to obstructthis view. When the contents of a store or safe are es-pecially valuable, the additional


Our rival, the rascal : a faithful portrayal of the conflict between the criminals of this age and the defenders of society, the police . this floor. In the cities where there is a nightly patrol of police, a lightshould be kept burning on the street floor of all businessestablishments, and tht safes, on this floor, so placed thata clear view can be obtained of them by the passing watchmen,on the street, through the uncovered glass of a front curtain or other obstacle should be allowed to obstructthis view. When the contents of a store or safe are es-pecially valuable, the additional protection of burglar alarmwires is strongly advised. The night police patrols of Boston and our larger cities areinstructed to watch the condition of the safes with particularscrutiny, try the locks of the doors frequently, note that thelights are burning, and warn away or, if justified, arrest anysuspicious persons loitering near a store or office block. Withthe uniform observance of such vigilance and the general co-operation of the public, it is safe to say that the annual lossesthrough burglars might be materially UNDER COVER OF NIGHT. NO other class of robbers is so universally dreaded as thehouse-breaker. He is the bogey-man of our childishfancy, the burly ruffian who is expected to pop up like a jack-in-the-box, in the dead of the night, from some secret lurkingplace, and turn us into shuddering,gasping little wretches by his murder-ous menace. His horrid black the cover of a face so inhuman thatwe dare not let our fancy runriot in conjuring its image, butbury our heads under the bed-clothes as hunted ostrichesplunge theirs in the sands offiction, if not of the , through the thickestscreen of sheets, bed-spreadsand blankets we can feel thescorch of those basilisk eyes glaring through the slits in themask and making us squirm like bugs under a burning glass. This is that Methuselah of burglars who from time imme-morial has crouched under


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