The Detective in the Lincoln Park Standoff
A young detective goes undercover in a dress to recover a stolen inheritance in this dramatic first-person account of a 1918 sting operation.
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When I entered the detective business I was very young. I had not grown a beard and had a peach-like complexion. My voice was of a medium pitch for a man; but, having once taken a girl's part on the stage, I had learned to speak in falsetto, very like a woman. One day I was handed a personal ad: 'If Annette Thurber will communicate with H. L. B. she will hear something to her advantage.' Her uncle had died leaving a large estate, and she suspected his nephew, Henry Lathrop Bradford, had stolen the will to seize control. After the agency was hired, I was arrayed in her costume and met Bradford in Lincoln Park. He proposed a scheme to sell the will back to us for $50,000. He drove me to a house, blindfolded me, and brought me into a dimly lit room to sign a note. When he pulled out the document, I dropped the act, pulled my revolver, and forced him to surrender the will. I escaped to an automobile and managed to drive away under gunfire. I returned to the office with the will, which I had secured without paying a cent.
“When he turned from the mantel he looked into the muzzle of a revolver within an inch of his nose.”
This account captures the pulp-fiction style of early 20th-century detective narratives that were a staple in local weeklies like the Courier-Reporter. While the story is framed as a true confession, such narratives often blurred the line between actual local crime reporting and syndicated thrillers of the era.
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