The Cat Shares...
Oh hello
there – I was just sorting out some old photo albums that had been left in a
bureau, and some of the photos had brought a few of my exploits in my younger
days to mind.
Take this one
for example – the mum and daughter in chunky wool outfits. It brings to mind for me a day in the early
seventies when I had to do something I personally dislike – bind a minor to
keep them out of the way.
This was a
house in the Pinner are of north west London – then a real quiet country town,
and I had gone out to see what I could find.
It was a quiet Sunday morning, so I expected the detached house to be
empty when I forced the kitchen window and made my way in.
Well, I still
had a lot to learn in those days, and one of those things is that, even in
those days, not everyone worshipped on a Sunday. My first clue should have been the candlesticks,
but the real kicker was when I walked into the front room of the house to find
the woman of the household sitting there, reading a book.
She had
blonde hair, held up in a braid on her head, and was wearing a woollen dress
with a cream coloured midriff. The rest
of the dress was patterned with a sequence of brown zig-zag stripes, from her
waist to the hem below her knee and across her shoulders, while a woollen bow
tie was knotted to the right of the yoke, gathering it below her neck. She also had a pair of brown shoes, and a
startled expression as she saw me.
“Ah,” I said
politely, “I had rather hoped nobody would be home, but it appears I am
wrong. Please, do not shout or raise the
alarm – I promise you I will not hurt you.”
I was dressed in a black jumper under a jacket, trousers and shoes, with
gloves on my hands, but nothing covering my face.
She stared at
me for a few more seconds, before saying “Are you a burglar?” Her accent was faintly German, but I could not
be sure.
“I regret
that I am, and I also regret that I must make sure you cannot raise the alarm,”
I said quietly. “May I ask you name?”
“It is Ingrid
– Ingrid Cohen.”
I nodded and
said “Very well Ingrid – please, put your book on the coffee table, and then
lie face down on that delightful couch where you are seated.” As I said this, I reached into my pocket and
produced a length of thin cord.
Ingrid very
carefully put her book down, and then lay with her head resting on the arm of
the chair, crossing her wrists behind her back as she did so. It only took me a few minutes to bind her
wrists tightly together, and then her ankles, before I picked up a cushion and
said “You will be more comfortable if you roll onto your side and rest your
head on this.”
“Thank you,”
she replied as she rolled over, raising her head and allowing me to place the
cushion underneath. I took a moment to
adjust her skirt, and then said “Now, perhaps you can tell me where...”
“What have
you done to Mama?”
I groaned
inwardly as I turned to see the thirteen year old girl standing behind me,
looking at both of us. She had a similar
dress to her mother on, save that hers was light purple midriff with purple and
blue zig-zag stripes, and she wore a pair of white tights. Her light brown hair fell down her back as
she looked at us.
“It is all
right, Helga,” Ingrid said quietly, “this man is a robber, and he has promised
he will not hurt us if we do as he says.
I need you to be a brave girl and let him make sure you cannot raise the
alarm, all right?”
I personally
would never have even entered if I had known a girl was there, but I had to
make the best of it as Helga said “All right – may I sit in the chair?”
I nodded and
allowed her to sit down, before I moved her arms behind her back, crossed her
wrists and tied them tightly together with more rope, and then bound her ankles
together. “Now, can I trust you both to
keep quiet while I have a look round,” I said quietly, and as they both nodded
I left them and searched the house.
Before I
left, I used two strips of plaster to cover their mouths, but that was all I
did – that time to Helga.
You see, that
was not the last time we met. In the
late nineties, when I was heading for retirement, I found myself in Pinner
again – not the same street, or the same house, but nearby. I had been told of a particularly valuable
set of etchings which I had been commissioned to obtain, and sadly the man
holding them was not open to selling.
Nor were the people who engaged me open to failure, so I had to use the
old fashioned methods.
I brought a
bag with ropes, tapes and scarves, just in case, and when I approached the
house it was dark. Slipping round the
back, I forced the back door open and let myself in, heading for the front
room. I was wearing a blue boiler suit
and a balaclava mask, both as a disguise and to distract police attention from
a well known and retiring cat burglar.
I had
successfully located the safe and the etchings – when the light went on and I
turned my head to see two women standing there.
One was in her early forties, and was wearing a v-necked red sweater, a
black denim skirt that went below her knees, dark tights and baggy black
leather boots. Her light brown hair fell
down her head with soft curls on her shoulders, and she wore a pair of black
glasses.
Beside her
was a young woman, about nineteen years old, who was wearing a red vest top with
a wide leather belt around her waist like a girdle, black leggings and short
black leather boots. She had brown hair,
and had her hand over her mouth.
I recognised
the older woman instantly, as she hadn’t changed that much. “You must be Helga,” I said as I stood up and
removed the starter’s pistol from the pocket of my overalls, “And I presume
this is your daughter. Please, no sudden
movements.”
“How do you
know my name,” Helga said as she looked at me.
“Logical guess, from the mail by the telephone,” I lied as I looked at
her. “Your daughter’s name?”
“It’s Jenny,”
the younger girl said as she looked at me, “What are you doing?”
“Your father
was most reluctant to sell these to my employer,” I said as I held up a leather
pouch. “And now, regretfully, I must
make sure you cannot raise the alarm.”
Helga looked
at me, before saying “Not again. Just
promise me you won’t hurt us.”
“Do as I say,
and you’ll be fine,” I said quietly, “Now – make your selves comfortable. You may be here for some time.”
“We... We’d
better do as he says, Mum,” Jenny said as they walked over to an antique red
couch and sat down. I opened the bag I
had with me up, and said “now, Helga, I want you to sit with your hands on your
head. Jenny, please turn with your back
to me and put your hands behind your back.”
I made sure
Jenny’s wrists were snugly tied together before I walked round, guided her arms
behind her back and secured her wrists together. Kneeling down, I tied the ankles of both
women side by side, and then secured their legs below their knees, folding
Helga’s skirt back to take care of her and then replacing it.
“This is
tighter then last time – but I suppose I was a girl then,” she said as she
looked at Jenny.
“This is a
nice big couch,” I said as I looked at them, “Scoot round and sit back to
back.”
“Why – what
are you going to do?”
“Tie you
together,” I said as I took a large skein of rope from my bag, “so please, do
as I ask.”
As the two
women moved round as I had asked, I shook the rope loose, then tied them
together at their waists and shoulders, before I took two cloths and two folded
and knotted scarves from my bag.
“If you will
both open wide,” I said as I pushed the folded cloths into their mouths, and
then cleave gagged them both, the black knot sitting between Helga’s lips and
the red between Jenny’s. I then took my
leave of them – hoping they would not think too ill of me.
Mind you,
while it may have been one of the last times, it was by no means the first time
I had been surprised by a couple of women walking in unexpectedly. One particular time was – interesting. This was in 1975, and I was in a Chelsea top
floor flat, looking at a very fine collection of silver jewellery when I heard
the apartment door opening, and two female voices as they walked into the front
room, chatting nervously.
“Do you think
they noticed us slipping out from the party?”
“Who cares –
we have each other now...”
I opened the
door to the bedroom a crack, and saw a dark haired woman walking into the front
room. She was wearing a peach coloured
minidress with a purple neck and shoulders, as well as a similar coloured hem,
and skin tight knee length brown leather boots that sported a short heel.
As I
listened, she said “You wait in there – I’m going to go get a drink, and then
we can begin.” I closed the door to and
watched as she walked to the kitchen, then slipped out of the bedroom, thinking
I would get to the door and out.
So of course,
as I passed the door to the front room, the other woman said “Who’s
there?” Sighing, I reached into my
jacket pocket for something, and went into the front room.
Ten minutes
later, the dark haired girl came in, a bottle of champagne in one hand and two
glasses in the other, saying “All right lover, what say we...”
“Good
evening,” I said as I stood behind her friend, my hand on her shoulder. She was a tall, thin woman, and was dressed
in a white minidress with flowing long sleeves, a square open yoke neck and a
metal drop waist belt, while a pair of tight white PVC boots enclosed her lower
legs. The black band of tape holding her
ankles together contrasted nicely with that, as did the lengths covering her
ruby red lips, while her wrist were held together behind her back with the same
tape.
Her dark
brown hair was held in a perfectly formed hair do with Lord alone knows how
many cans of Silvikrin, but her eyes were wide as she looked at the other girl.
“Sorry to
interrupt your night,” I said with a smile, “I would have left without disturbing
you, but your friend here insisted on calling out. Now, put that bottle and those glasses down,
and then lie face down on the Ottoman there – I’m going to give you both a
little challenge.”
She was nice
and obedient, as I crossed and taped her wrists together, then her ankles,
listening to the leather rubbing before I rolled her over and taped over her mouth.
“Now then,” I
said as I smiled at them, “You can have some fun freeing each other – should
give me enough time to get away. Think
of that bubbly for when you are done.”
********
Well, it did
give me enough time – and who am I to interrupt a good love story?
A couple of
years later, fashions and styles had changed a lot. As had the way I worked – I had got bolder,
so that on this particular occasion I was visiting a country manor when a grand
ball was being held downstairs.
The house was
buzzing on the lower floor – which is why I climbed the vines and let myself in
through the bedroom window. I picked a
good room as well – one look told me this was the master bedroom, so I soon
located the safe and started to look round.
So,
naturally, I was interrupted. I saw the
crack of light first, and hid in the wardrobe as I heard a woman say “Don’t
worry, Desmond – I’ll find your mother’s shawl and bring it down to her.”
I saw the light
come on, and then heard the footsteps as they approached the door to the
wardrobe. I swallowed as the door
opened, and a blonde haired woman looked at me, dressed in an orange and white
maxi dress with a front that showed just a little of her cleavage. She had light brown hair, and the sleeves of
her dress came to just over her elbows.
“Looking for
this,” I said as I handed her a large brown shawl.
“Actually,
yes,” she said as she looked at me, “but this is unexpected. May I ask who you are?”
“The
newspapers call me The Cat,” I said quietly, “May I ask your name?”
“Lucinda,”
she said as she continued to look at me.
“My husband is Despond Holderness, the son of Lord Holderness.”
“You are
remaining remarkable cool, my dear Lucinda.”
“Given some
of the things I have seen in my line of work, this is a minor
inconvenience. You know, of course, I
must prevent you from raising the alarm?”
“I would
expect no less from a professional,” she said as she walked over to the bed and
sat down, the hem of her dress rising to reveal a pair of brown suede
boots. “So, may I make myself
comfortable? You will find a ball of
string on the shelf of the wardrobe you were hiding in.”
She was
right, so I placed her hands together in front of her as she lay on her back,
in prayer, and tied her wrists together, and then ran the string down to bind
her ankles together.
And
naturally, as I tied and cut the string, the door opened and another woman
walked in. She had black hair, held back
with a clasp, and wore a red, blue and white minidress patterned as flowers,
with natural hose and a pair of black shoes.
“Lucinda,
what is – oh,” she said as she looked at us, “I see we have an uninvited
guest. Are you all right?”
“So far, yes,
Miranda,” she said as the new arrival closed the door. “I think we may be staying here a while,
however. Do you mind if she joins me?”
“Of course
not,” I said as Lucinda shuffled over, and Miranda lay next to her. I bound her wrists and ankles in the same
way, and then went back to the wardrobe, returning with two large scarves that
worked as very effective stuff gags. I
did not want to totally silence them – just keep them quiet enough to allow me
to climb out of the window with my ill gotten gains.
********
Of course, I
sometimes had to improvise when interrupted by groups of people. In 1986, I was visiting Manchester and
decided to use my skills to do a little larceny in the Dalston area. It was a nice semi-detached house, and a
quiet Saturday when I slipped through the bathroom window, and started to
search upstairs.
I found some
nice pearls, rings and pendants, and was starting to search downstairs when I
heard a car pull up. I had only enough
time to grab a black woollen scarf to tie over the lower half of my face, and
grab a large roll of duct tape from the shelf, before the door opened and three
women walked in.
One was
obviously older, not to mention slightly shorter, in a red jacket and skirt
over a patterned blouse, the wing collar over her jacket. She was also wearing a pair of light black
tights and Mary Jane shoes, and a pair of glasses. She had black hair, cut into a tight perm.
The other two
women looked alike, almost as if they were twins, with permed reddish brown
hair. One had on a light brown jacket
over a red v-necked sweater and a plaid blouse, with dark jeans, while the
other wore a taupe jacket over a white blouse, and light purple pants.
Needless to
say, they were surprised to see a masked man in their hallway, and even more
surprised when I grabbed one of them, stuck a plastic tube against her back,
and said “Nobody do anything stupid, or she gets hurt.”
No, I wasn’t
going to hurt her, but I needed to make sure they did as I asked. “All right,” the older woman said “Don’t hurt
Bea.”
“Very
sensible,” I said quietly, “what’s your name?”
“Donna – and
this is Clea.”
“Right,
Donna, Clea,” I said as I looked to the doorway to the dining room, “In
there.” I followed them in, my hand
firmly on Bea’s arm, before I said “Pull three chairs away from the table and
set them in the centre of the room.”
Clea did as I
asked, before I said “Donna, sit in the centre chair.” As she sat I put the tube in one pocket, took
out the duct tape and tossed it to Clea.
As she caught it, I said “Tape your mother’s wrists and ankles to the
chair – arms to the back, ankles against the front legs.”
“All right,”
Clea whispered as she tore the end of the roll free, and placed her mother’s
left arm against the chair back. Bea and
I watched as she tore the end of the tape free, and bound her mother to the
chair as I had directed.
“Good,” I
said as she stood up, “Now sit next to your mother. Bea, do to your sister what she did to your
mother.”
I pushed Bra gently
forward, and watched as Clea was taped to a chair to the left of Donna. Once she was secured, I taped Bea to the
third chair, and then wrapped tape around their waists to hold them firmly to
the chair back.
“Forgive me,”
I said then as one by one I smoothed tape over their mouths to silence them,
and then finished searching their house before I left them – and made sure I
called the police half an hour later to inform them of the women’s plight.
********
And
sometimes, even today, I get taken by surprise – even when I pay a visit at the
request of someone to discuss security. A
well known Asian businessman asked me to call on him to discuss security
arrangements for his new mansion, so last summer I came into the City to talk
with him in Ealing.
As we sat
talking, his older daughter came in. She
was wearing a black jacket over a collarless white blouse, jeans and brown
Derry boots, and a pair of blue framed glasses sat on her nose as her long
black fair fell around her face.
“Ah Yasmin,”
my client said as she stood there, “This is Mr Jacobs, who has come to discuss
security with me. Tell me, Mr Jacobs, if
you were a burglar and Yasmin disturbed you, what would you do to keep her
quiet?”
“If I was a
burglar?” I looked at him and Yasmin,
and then said “Well, obviously I would have to make sure she could not raise
the alarm. Why do you ask?”
“Perhaps you
will indulge me...”
Half an hour
later, I walked into one of the other rooms of the mansion, and saw Yasmin
sitting there. I walked behind her, hand
gagged her, and said “Not a word – hands behind your back and stand still.”
She nodded
and moved her hands behind her back, as I used a plastic zip tie to force her
wrists together, and then made her kneel on the floor, securing her ankles in
the same way. I reached into my pocket,
and took out a roll of micropore tape, but before I could use it, the door
opened and another daughter came in.
“Yasmin, have
you got....” she said as she stopped and looked at me. She was taller and thinner, and wore a blue
and white striped stretched jersey dress, black leggings and grey cuffed suede
boots.
Now, I was in
character, so I hand gagged Yasmin and said “Not a word – close the door, come
over here, and kneel next to this girl.”
“Are you all
right Yasmin,” the new arrival said, Yasmin nodding under my hand as she walked
over and knelt next to her. Taking out
two more zip ties, I secured the wrists and ankles of the new arrival, before I
pressed two long strips of wide micropore tape smoothly over their lips.
It was at
this point my client came in, and saw the two girls kneeling there. “Ah, I see you have met Shayla,” he said
quietly. “You have both learned what it
would be like to be caught by a burglar – so I want to hear no more talk about
there been no need for such measures, understood?”
They both
nodded, a lesson learned. And on that
note – forgive me, but customers await. Until
next time.
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