True Stories of Crime From the District Attorney's Office by Arthur Cheney Train
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have to do is to write a letter to the bank asking for a new check book,
saying yours is used up, and sign the name that appears on the check. If you can fool the cashier into giving your messenger a check book you can gamble pretty safely on his paying a check signed with the same name. In that way, you see, you can get all the blank checks you need and test the cashier's watchfulness at the same time. It's too easy. The only thing you have to look out for is not to overdraw the account. Still, you find so many checks in the mail that you can usually choose somebody's account that will stand the strain. Do you know, I have made _hundreds_ of checks and the banks have certified every single one!" Peabody laughed good naturedly. Things were looking up a bit. "What do you think I am, anyhow?" he asked. "I must look like a 'come-on.'" "I'm giving it to you straight," she said simply. "After you have made out a good fat check, then you go to a store, buy something, tell them to forward the check to the bank for certification, and that you'll send for the goods and the change the next day. The bank always certifies the check, and you get the money." "Not always," said Peabody with a grin. "No, not always," acquiesced Mrs. Parker. "But Jim and I have been averaging over a hundred dollars a day for months." "Good graft, all right," assented the detective. "But how does the one who lays down the check identify himself? For instance, suppose I go into Tiffany's and pick out a diamond, and say I'm Mr. John Smith, of |
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