BLUFFING THE BOBBY
He was a burglar, and, what is more, had been caupht entering a bank long after the traffic had ceased to hum. “Got youl” exclaimed a burly policoman, seizing him from behind. “I beg your pardon,” returned the burglar in cultivated tones, 'but I am' a financial reporter.” The policeman gasped. “Hut what on earth are you doing here at this time of niitht?’' he asked, completely mystified. “Oh, replied the I other truthfully, and with ready wit, • “I was just going to take a few notes.
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New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12393, 12 March 1926, Page 4
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