THE "BOODLE" GAME
Cupidity is greater than judgment. — The Sawdust Swindler. — A Boss Racket. — Preparing a Circular. — Verdant Green. ' Can you tell me where I can find Mr. Sharp? Dramatic Agency. — The “Crooked Stuff. — Five dollar's worth of jewelry. — Good Money for Bad. — Sawdust,
THIS is one of the most successful of the many schemes resorted to by confidence men to fleece their unwary but equally unscrupulous victims. It is safer than almost any other system of swindling because it is practiced upon men, whose cupidity overcomes their judgment, and who in their desire to swindle others, become the dupes themselves. For this reason, the “sawdust swindler invariably escapes punishment, as to arrest these men the victims are compelled to acknowledge their own dishonesty. As a natural consequence, the swindled customers of these sharpers prefer to quietly submit to their losses rather than to advertise themselves in the doubtful light that would follow any attempt to punish the offenders.
To use the language of one of the most successful operators at this game, it is “the boss racket of the. whole confidence business. It is, in fact, the best, the cleverest and the most remunerative of all the swindles in the profession, and a brief description of the way it is operated, will not be out of place in a volume of this character.
In the first place, it is necessary to prepare a circular, or an address, which will catch the eye and excite the greed of the victims, and for this purpose, the following is a fair sample of the first epistolary attack:
Dear Sir:
No doubt you will think it strange how I got your name and address. It was as follows: My confidential agent, who passed through your town not long since, gave it to Tile. He said he thought you were a man who was able to handle my goods in safety, and I concluded to write to you; if I have made a mistake, do me no harm and let matters drop. My motto is, never to harm a man who is willing to prove himself your friend. My business is not exactly legitimate, but the green articles I deal in are safe and profitable to handle. The sizes are one, two, five, and ten. Do you understand? I cannot be plainer until I know you are serious, and if you conclude to answer this letter, I will send you full particulars and terms, and will endeavor to satisfy you on every point.
so that if you are my friend, I will prove a true and lasting one to you, be the trade for $1 or $1,000. Remember, I do not want money in advance, as I do not transact business in that way. I want simply to convince you that I am just, as I tell you, a friend to a friend.
Yours faithfully,
This circular is neatly printed on good paper and may be dated from any city in which the swindlers are temporarily located. By traveling through the country and making minute inquiries about the inhabitants, they are enabled to discover the men to whom a circular of this kind would prove an attractive bait. It is not often that they make a mistake, and hence their business is very profitable; and as I have said, comparatively safe. The name signed at the bottom of the circular is a fictitious one, and the address given is that of a saloon whose reputation is questionable. We will describe the operation of these men in narrative form, to show the manner of its working more fully.
Mr. Verdant Green, who is smart at horse trading, and is ready to dicker with anybody and for anything, receives one of these circulars, and the latent spark of dishonesty lurking within him, is fired in an instant. He realizes the necessity of caution, however, and he addresses to the parties who have written to him a cautious letter of inquiry. “What are the green articles that they mention?” “What uses are they intended for, and how does the opportunity present itself for making any money?” The reply to this is a direct invitation for Mr. Green to come on in person, and to see for himself what the possibilities for making a fortune are.
The result is that Mr. Verdant Green, dressed in his best clothes, soon after makes his appearance in the city, and seeks out the saloon to which he has been directed.
He notices that the name over the doorway is not the same to which he was directed, and he looks again at the address and finds that he is to direct “in the care of Mr. Sharp.” This reassures him, and entering the saloon, he approaches the spruce-looking bartender. “Can you tell me where I can find Mr. Sharp?"
The bartender's actions upon this inquiry being made are an amusing study. He scratches his head, looks puzzled, and mutters to himself:
Sharp! — Sharp—Mr. Sharp—no—er, I don't know any Sharp."
Then he calls out to some men who are playing cards in the back room:
Heigh Jack! Did you happen to know of any party named Sharp around here?
A grand chorus of “Nos” from the back room is the response, and Jack, who is one of the confederates, makes his appearance in the doorway, and critically examines the rural visitor. The examination being satisfactory, Jack approaches the stranger, and in an oily tone, addresses him.
Do you want to see Mr. Sharp? Well, he used to hang around here, but he is moved away—moved away—let me see, more than two months ago, I reckon. Believe he has gone out of town somewhere.
Mr. Verdant Green's face lengthens at this announcement, and he sadly takes his departure, in a confused state of mind. He wonders where Sharp could have gone and cannot understand how the letter he received only three days ago could direct him to a location from which the writer had moved away two months before.
While he is thus abstractly reasoning out this strange complication, somebody comes softly up behind him and slaps him heartily on the back. Turning hastily around, Mr. Green sees the glib-tongued, suave-mannered “steerer who seizes him by the hand and says:
“Excuse me, sir, but—er—aren’t you the gentleman who was looking for Mr. Sharp?"
Yes so I am, replies Mr. Verdant Green, while his face brightens up perceptibly, “maybe you can tell me where I can find him?"
Right you are!” exclaims the steerer. “If you want to do business on the dead square, and no funny work, do you mind! I am the one who can take you to Mr. Sharp. In fact, Mr. Green, which is your name, I see, taking the liberty of looking over your shoulder at this here letter—in fact, Mr. Green, old boy, I'm going right there now. Come along and let's have a drink."
Nothing 10th, Mr. Green accompanies his new companion back to the saloon they had just left, and after draining their glasses, they start for the location of Mr. Sharp.
The quarters of Mr. Sharp are a small office with the blinds drawn down over the glass panes in the door, and a lot of fancy lithographs stuck up in the window. Over the door there is a small tin sign, with the very deceptive legend “Dramatic Agency” printed on it in white paint.
The steerer gives a peculiar knock at the door, which is opened cautiously a few inches, and an eye appears in the aperture. A voice calls out, “All right!"
And then the door is opened, and Mr. Green finds himself within the sanctuary of the sawdust man and is introduced to Mr. Sharp.
Mr. Sharp at once insinuates himself into the good opinion of Mr. Green, and being a jovial, good-natured fellow, Mr. Sharp orders up a bottle of spirits and some good cigars. Having been introduced by the steerer with a quiet wink, Mr. Sharp is thus informed that the visitor is all right, and he begins business at once.
“Well, Mr. Green, my friend here tells me you want some of our stock. Would you like to look at the green articles?
Mr. Green signifies his willingness, and Sharp, without any further delay, dives into his pockets, and draws out a large roll of bills. They are of all denominations, from one dollar up to twenty, and are bright, fresh, crisp, and clean.
It is unnecessary to state that these notes are genuine money, and have been obtained from the Sub-Treasury, only the day before, in exchange for old bills. As a matter of course, their appearance is such as to deceive even the most expert judges, and no doubt would be entertained of their genuineness.
Mr. Green's eyes are distended to the utmost extent at this exhibition, and Mr. Sharp, spreading out some of the bills on the desk, says in a businesslike, matter-of-fact way:
“Here's some of the crooked stuff. Sell it to you for thirty cents for every dollar. Twenty-five down, and the other five after the stuff is delivered.
We flatter ourselves that these goods are well done; just pick them up and see what you think of them.
Mr. Green picks them up, one after another, and examines them critically. He is perfectly astonished. Pulling out some bills from his own pocket, he places them beside the counterfeits and finds to his amazement that the likeness is perfect in every particular and detail. At length, unable to control himself, he blurts out:
“Well, by gosh! If this don't beat anything I have ever seen! By the great horn-spoon, they're es like es two peas."
“Well, rather,” remarks Mr. Sharp, complacently; and then to urge the trade, he added, with seductive persuasiveness, “you'll find we're the right sort to deal with, my friend. We do not take any advantage of our customers, never. If you have any doubt about the “chromos “being negotiable and all right anywhere on the Continent, why, we will just go out and try them. Put them to a practical test, you know, and that'll settle it."
“Oh, it is not necessary, I guess, stranger,” returns Green, indecisively.
“Oh, yes, but we would rather have the worth of our goods proved,” says Mr. Sharp, determined to clinch his prospective sale. So, if you please, we will just step into the street, and go to any store you like, and buy something. If you don't get your change out of the ' chromos without any fuss or fooling', why, the bargain is off, and you needn't have anything more to do with us."
This offer seems very fair and very inviting, and without further ado the party sallies forth. A jewelry store is most naturally the objective of the rural stranger, as he desires to purchase something for his ladylove at home. Entering the store, and looking over the glittering display, a pair of earrings strikes the fancy of Mr. Verdant Green, and after critically examining them, Mr. Sharp inquires:
"Well, what do you say, Green, will these suit you?"
Mr. Green signifies his satisfaction, and thereupon Mr. Sharp takes out his roll of notes, and inquires of the storekeeper, in a careless tone:
“How much?"
“Five dollars” is the reply.
“Well, that is reasonable enough,” answers Mr. Sharp. “Just take it out of this."
Mr. Green now watches the jeweler with the keenest interest; but everything is all right.
For the storekeeper, after glancing at the money for a moment, he placed it in the drawer and handed over the change without a question.
This settles the matter for Mr. Verdant Green, and when they at last reach the sidewalk, he gazes with a puzzled expression, first at the jewelry in his hand and then at the confidence man, who stands smilingly beside him. At length, in tons of profound mystification:
Wall, I'll be gull darned, stranger, if you don't beat the circus juggler all holler!"
It will be borne in mind that the money- which Mr. Sharp has passed upon the jeweler was a genuine ten-dollar Government note, and hence, no difficulty or opposition was to be apprehended; but to the credulous Mr. Green, who believes the note to be counterfeit the result seems simply wonderful. Now, when the victim has been wound up to the proper pitch of unutterable astonishment, the confidence man says, suggestively:
Well, now, you have come on to buy the chromos, you see how they work; how much do you want?"
In every case the victim will want from two to five hundred dollars' worth of the stuff, and will so state, and after that the “saw-dust racket” is put to operation.
Sometimes the money is handed over in a roll, and in that case a roll of waste paper, with a few counterfeits on the outside, and then a genuine note for a wrapper is neatly put on, and when the victim has the ,roll safely stowed away in his pocket, the parties quietly drop him, and leave him to discover the deception at his leisure. Of course, he is required to pay his own good money in advance of receiving the “green articles,” and having received these, Mr. Sharp has no further use for Mr. Green.
At another time, when the amount purchased is large, the sharpers secure an old carpetbag and, stuffing it with green paper they hand it to the poor victim to carry. Two of the gang accompany him on his way to the depot, and no opportunity has allowed him to gaze inside of the bag until he is on the train, and by that time the swindlers have fled safely away in the distance.
Sometimes the order given is quite large, and in that case the swindlers arrange it to send the goods by express, C. O.D. This meets with the approval of Mr. Green, and he unhesitatingly advances twenty-five percent, with the understanding that the balance is to be paid when the goods are received. In this case it may be taken as certainty that the box which in time is received by the expectant Mr. Green contains only plain simple sawdust.
The feelings of the rustic would-be swindler may be imagined, when he sees the interior of the box so carefully sent to him, and realizes that he has paid his percentage, and the express charges also, for the proud privilege of writing himself down as one of the largest sized simpletons which this modern age produces.
Needless to add that no exposure follows this disappointing and exasperating discovery, as Mr. Green would be compelled to divulge his own intended rascality before he could proceed against the mythical firm of B. Sharp & Co. In this manner, the game is successfully worked, and the victims continue to add to the profits of the “Boodle Swindlers."