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35) THE REFORMED WATCHMAKER - c.1889 – Chicago

by D.B. Anderson

A “Bruno Clew, esq., Society Detective Agency” Series Tale

Copyright © 2005 D.B. Anderson All rights reserved

 

     Bruno was having a pleasant time giving Don Quixote another read through in his office at the Society Detective Agency, while munching on his constant companion; semi sweet chocolate chunks, when an abrupt knocking sounded at the door.  He was about to announce "Enter" when the door suddenly swung open and an unkempt street urchin about ten years of age barged in.  He held up a business size envelope, which he dangled from the fingertips of his left hand. 

     "Excuse me, sir.  Are you this Private Detective Clew whose name is on this envelope?"

     Bruno chuckled.  "I am Private Detective Bruno Clew," he responded, reaching his right hand over his desk for the envelope.  He felt a small circular object inside the envelope.  "Are you familiar with the contents of the envelope?"

     "No, a real old man, someone even older than you, gave it to me with a silver dollar and said I should bring it here right off."

     Bruno gave the lad a wry glance as he tore the envelope open and a man's silver pocket watch slid out and onto the green ink blotter on top of his desk.  Bruno gently gathered and nestled the well-worn timepiece in the palm of his right hand, as if holding the egg of a near extinct bird.  As he investigated the exterior of the pocket watch all the way around he asked the boy, "Describe the gentleman who gave you the watch." 

     The lad hesitated as he shuffled on his feet, "Well...the sun was in my eyes when this all happened..."

     Bruno smiled and nodded, reaching into his right vest pocket and removed a silver dollar, tossing it to the lad.  "Will this help your vision?"

     "He wore a business suit, but a kind of cheap looking one."

     "What does his face look like?"

     "Dark brown eyes, wrinkles, an old guy like I said."

     "Did he have a beard or moustache?"

     "Naw, nothing like that.  His face was clean," the boy hesitated scratching his head in an obvious contrived confusion.

     Bruno reached into his vest pocket again and removed yet another silver dollar and tossed it to the lad.  "Give me the whole story now, and that's all the cash you get."

     "I was selling newspapers on the corner of Fourth and Clarke Street when this old gent came up to me and asked if I would like to make a quick dollar.  Of course I didn't say no."

     Bruno patiently waited for the tale to unfold as he further investigated the engraved royal crest pattern on the face of the pocket watch, which was also repeated on the back of the silver watch case.   

     "Describe his clothes in detail."

     "As I said, his wore a cheap brown suit, and a gray derby, brown boots."

     "But he gave you no note to deliver to me, verbal or otherwise?"

     "No, he was just kind of smiling in a strange way, almost kind of scary like, and walked away." 

     Bruno pointed to the door.  "Thank you."

     Bruno then anxiously opened the back of the watch, which was mounted on a hinge, and was delighted to find a folded piece of paper with the message: 

     RETURN THEM TO THE OWNER.  THE PAST TWENTY-FIVE YEARS HAVE BEEN HELL FOR ME!  RETURN THEM TO THE MORGANSTEIN FAMILY.

     Bruno then excitedly opened a second circular door within the watchcase and gazed in total disbelief at a trio of rather large Marquise shaped diamonds. 

     "The Morganstein diamond heist of 1875..." he mumbled in delight.  "It has been almost twenty-five years.  I arrested Jimmy "The Gem" Rockwell on my first night out as a rookie detective.  He went to the state penitentiary for not only the crime I arrested him for, but also several other robberies along Chicago's gold coast.  It was quite a feather in my cap, even though the Morganstein diamonds were never found.  And I can still hear his vengeful words as he pointed a finger at me, "I'll be looking you up when I get out, copper.  No matter how many years go by."   

     Bruno then paused in thought.  "So his jail sentence is over.  He is out, but why in the world did he send the gems to me?  That's makes no sense whatsoever.  One would think he would sell them and move to California, or where ever."  Bruno then lined up the three Marquise diamonds on the green blotter of his desktop.  "They must be worth at least one hundred thousand dollars."

     Bruno sat back in his desk chair with his hands behind his head.  His mind now reveled in near forgotten memories:

     Twenty-five years ago...  I had just received my detective's badge after ten years patrolling the streets, and I was proud as Punch.  My first case was assisting Sergeant of Detectives Mike O'Reilly on a jewel robbery at the Morganstein mansion.  I was searching the grounds behind the mansion and heard the noise of a dog snarling not too far away.  I advanced slowly and saw a huge guard dog attacking a man.  I fired a shot from my revolver near the dog, I had no wish to injure him, and he took off running.  I turned the man over and a pair of mean, dark eyes suddenly opened, and the next thing I remember is he quickly sat up and punched me square in the jaw and knocked me out.  When I awoke Sergeant O'Reilly was gently slapping my face.   

     "He's all right," he spoke to someone.  "We Chicago coppers are a tough lot." 

     The head butler of the mansion leaned over to gaze down at me in a very disapproving manner, as if I were littering the finely manicured lawn.  "But the thief disappeared into the night," he said, exasperated.   

     I was able to arise, and cleared my head with a few deep breaths of fresh air wafting off Lake Michigan. 

     "You all right to go on, Bruno?" Sergeant O'Reilly asked.

     I shook my head affirmatively. "Yeah, let’s get the rat!" I shouted, now totally caught up in the hunt. 

     I moved in the direction the thief had moved into, and held my revolver at the ready, actually now anxious to use it on the thug.  My aching jaw placed me in an uncommonly revengeful mood.  About five minutes later I again heard a snarling dog and ran towards the noise, shouting at the top of my lungs, "Back, boy!  Back away!"  The dog took off running to the neighboring mansion at a full trot.  I then saw the very same man who had knocked me out, and he was knocked out himself.  It appeared as if the dog tore at his clothing and the man then fell in the struggle and hit his head against a tree or some near by half buried stones.  Then suddenly, as a demon rising from Hell, his dark ominous eyes snapped open as they had before, and he quickly jumped to his feet and was ready to take a swing at me, but I pointed my revolver at his chest. 

     "One more quick move out of you and I'll fill your heart with lead!" 

     He then backed up and raised his arms in surrender.  Just then Sergeant O'Reily appeared and he handcuffed the violent offender.  We searched both the thief and the immediate area for the diamonds, but were profoundly sorry not to find a trace of them.  The thief held a constant smug smile at our futile movements.  We could only reason that sometime between being attacked by the guard dog, on two occasions no less and in a few minutes time, he somehow found a hiding place for the gems.   That was the sum total of the case, until now.  Here I am...  Staring at the three Marquise diamonds stolen twenty-five years ago.

     Bruno then ran his hands through the remainder hair on his near baldhead and mulled the crime and criminal over further.    The passage of the twenty-five years had blurred the past.  "If that was Jimmy "The Gem" Rockwell out there that gave the lad the watch to deliver to me...why?  I now have over a hundred thousand dollars worth of diamonds in my possession."

     Just then Bruno's office door swung open and he sat stunned.  There he was; a now much older, somewhat bent over, but undeniably, Jimmy "The Gem" Rockwell in person.  He looked totally wore out. 

     "My delivery lad said you looked like an all right person."  He paused reaching for the bag of Bruno's semi sweet chocolate junks.  "I haven't eaten all day," he commented, stuffing his cheeks and savoring the luscious chocolate now streaming down his chin. 

     Bruno gazed at him with some apprehension and slowly opened his center desk drawer and glanced down at his Derringer pistol. 

     "I assume your jail sentence is over?" Bruno questioned, his voice just a bit shaky. 

     The dark ominous eyes Bruno remembered from that night long ago were now two gentle, but somewhat anxious orbs.  The ghost from the past started to pace back and forth.  "I am not here to cause any harm, Detective Clew.  I require your services, and it is all legal."

     "You do recall that I am the Detective that arrested you that night a quarter of a century ago?"

     "Indeed, but I never felt any revenge towards you.  I was a crook, I was apprehended by you, and you were just doing your job."

     "You did threaten me when you were sentenced."

     "All crooks do that," he stated, as he stuffed another piece of chocolate into his mouth.  "As of late your reputation as a Private Detective to the wealthy has even reached us in state prison."

     "I'm flattered," Bruno responded, with a chuckle.  "I didn't realize my fame spread quite that far."  Bruno paused, still remaining leery about Jimmy's visit.  "Why on earth did you send me the diamonds by messenger?  Why not just bring them in?"

     "Detective Clew I am nervous about being out of prison.  It has been a long time.  I have to get used to living out here again."

     Bruno was pleased to hear him speaking in a confessional tone.  "Quite frankly it almost floored me when I saw the diamonds sequestered in the watch.  Where did you hide them after the robbery?" 

     "I managed to bury the diamonds under some pertruding roots of the old elm tree where I had been attacked by that elephant of a watch dog on the first occasion he attacked me.  I then took off running, and was once again knocked down by the hundred pound beast.  I must have bumped my head against another tree or rock for it knocked me senseless." 

     Bruno quickly reached for a chunk of the semi sweet chocolate before Jimmy would empty the entire bag.  "I simply do not understand why you are here now.  You have served your time; somehow you have recovered the diamonds.   Why not just take off for points unknown?"

     Jimmy finally stopped pacing and sat in the chair in front of Bruno's desk.  "Well, I took a chance that even after all this time the diamonds would still be hidden under the roots of the tree where I had been attacked the first time by that horse of a dog.  As it turned out, the full-grown tree was gone, but a stump remained.  I dressed as a gardener, carrying a shovel and a saw, and pretended to work on removing the stump, and surprisingly no one bothered me, and after about an hour I almost passed out as I found the three loose diamonds encased in the roots of the tree stump."  He then lowered his head and took a deep breath.  "Detective Clew, I was hoping you could help me return them.  In prison I learned the watch making trade from another prisoner.  The warden was good enough to provide us with tools and we took care of the clocks in the prison, and the watches belonging to the guards."  He paused, again lowering his head, but now in a defeated gesture.  "I am an old man, Detective Clew.  I no longer want the tainted diamonds.  Please return them to the owner.  I just want peace and quiet.  I wish to settle my account of my criminal past by returning the gems.  Maybe able to live my last years in some peace and tranquility."  He then looked up and grinned almost shyly at Bruno.  "I would like to open a watch making store, and take my cell mate Bobby, who taught me the trade, in with me as a partner."

     Bruno now felt genuine compassion for his one time adversary.  "One should think there would be a reward for the diamonds."

     Jimmy's eyes lit with hope.  "I must admit I thought of that.  If you help me I will be pleased to share any reward with you." 

     Bruno sat perplexed and stared into Jimmy's anxious expression.  "And you wish me to be your intermediary," Bruno spoke as he arose from his chair and extended his right hand over the desktop.  "I'll pay the owner of the stolen gems a visit right off.  I understand he is about eighty years old now.  He more than likely should be in his mansion."  Jimmy smiled broadly, with some perspiration moistening his forehead as he shook Bruno's hand.  "Stop by about five this afternoon.  Hopefully I'll have some good news for you."

     Jimmy nodded his head in agreement, and waived his left hand in thank you as he quickly departed Bruno's office.

     Bruno then freshened up and began his stroll to the Morganstein mansion, which was about a mile away, bordering the bluff overlooking Lake Michigan.  The houseman coldly greeted Bruno as he asked to see Mr. Morganstein regarding three diamonds stolen from the property some twenty-five years ago.  The houseman’s expression became confused and doubtful, and then he invited Bruno inside and to wait in the parlor.  Within ten minutes a tall, thin, elderly statesman appearing gentleman hobbled into the parlor, leaning heavily onto a wooden staff.

      He scrutinized Bruno's appearance and then sat on the chair of a small writing table near the parlor French doors, which were ablaze with sunlight. 

     "Detective Bruno Clew of the Society Detective Agency," he spoke.  "I have heard the name in a favorable tone before, and from very reliable sources."

     Bruno placed his fedora on top of his silver bear head walking cane, now aware the houseman had no intention of taking it or his overcoat and hanging them in the closet.  "Yes, I have a somewhat curious assignment.  A new client of mine has just been released from prison after serving a twenty-five year term for stealing three diamonds from your estate, plus multiple other burglaries around the city."

     Mr. Morganstein's aged eyes now lit with surprise, although he immediately attempted to suppress the emotion.  "Three diamonds?  I don't remember the theft."

     With utter delight Bruno removed a handkerchief from his pocket, which contained a slight bulge.  He placed the handkerchief on the desktop and gleefully unwrapped the handkerchief to expose the three Marquise cut diamonds.  Mr. Morgantstein calmly gathered one of the diamonds up between his fingertips.  He held the diamond up to the sunlight, glanced somewhat curiously at Bruno, and then shook his head negatively. 

     "Sir, I do not know what your intent is with this display, but these diamonds do not belong to me."

     "But they were robbed from your estate some twenty-five years ago, but never recovered until now." 

     Mr. Morganstein again shook his head in a negative fashion.  "I vaguely remember the theft, however, the diamonds stolen from us were oval cut and much larger than this display, and our insurance covered the theft."  He then grinned ever so slightly.  "I do sincerely appreciate your efforts on our family’s behalf."  He moved the diamonds about with his fingertips.  "It is an interesting display.  If you are representing the owner, might he be interested in selling them?"

     Bruno almost fell off his chair, but managed to calmly respond, "I'll certainly be pleased to ask him."

     The aged Mr. Morganstein grinned, feeling the joy of dealing.  "What say I give you $10,000 cash now as payment in full for the diamonds.  No questions asked?  But I require an immediate answer, sir."

     "I am authorized to make the sale, however, $25,000 cash here and now would seal the deal,” Bruno stated, acting as sophisticated as he could in the unchartered waters he found himself in.

     “I have $15,000 in cash in my vault.  Take it or leave it.”

     “I agree to your terms,” Bruno immediately responded.

     A half hour later Bruno sat back in his office, after stopping by the confectionary store for a fresh supply of semi sweet chocolate chunks.  He eased back in his chair, serenely sighed, and once again entered the world of Don Quixote.  At exactly five p.m. a light tap sounded at his office door.  The door slowly opened, and Jimmy poked his head around the edge of the door.  "Are you busy?"

     "Do come in.  Be seated," Bruno calmly stated, reaching into his center desk drawer.  He nonchalantly removed an envelope filled with cash and handed it to Jimmy.  "There was a ‘reward’ of $15,000.  I hope it is satisfactory?" he smiled.

     Jimmy collapsed on the chair in front of his desk and anxiously scooped the bundle of cash out of the envelope.  "I think I am going to die!"

     "Please not here, Jimmy.  It is bad for business."

     "How did it all go?  What did he say?"

     "It was all really quite straightforward.  He was amazed to get them back at all.  It has been twenty-five years, and he is now in his eighties.  His surprise at seeing them again almost brought tears to his eyes, and he offered the $15,000 reward because the diamonds had a certain sentimental value to them."

     "I am speechless," Jimmy replied.  His hand trembled a bit as he began to count out the cash.  "They are all mostly one hundred dollar bills!"

     Bruno's forehead wrinkled a bit.  "I assure you the cash is all there..."

     Jimmy shook his head in embarrassment.  "I am counting out your fee, Detective Clew.  Will $1,000 be fair?"

     Bruno grinned.  "That will be just fine, Jimmy."  He then paused.  "Now you can open your own watch making business."

     Jimmy handed Bruno a stack of cash as he arose, placing the remaining cash in his suit coat pockets.   He then stood staring solemnly at Bruno.  "You didn't have to do any of this for me.  I am an ex convict.  People don't care about us."

     Bruno shook Jimmy's hand and grinned.  "Will I be able to get a discount on your pocket watches?"

     Jimmy waived his right hand in acknowledgement, and hurriedly departed.      

     Bruno returned to Don Quixote, savoring a piece of his semi sweet delight as the sun was setting in the Western sky.  He lit the oil lamp on his desk.  "Another day at the office.  Another $1,000 earned," he mumbled in delight.  He then gazed at an etching of Don Quixote in the center of the novel.  "He reminds me of somebody..." he mused.

 

 

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