The Cat Sits Back
Tea hot enough
for you? Good – I do miss these little
chats, you know – these opportunities to think about what I have done in my
life, and some of the situations that have arisen. A few friends have actually suggested I write
some sort of memoir, but I think that’s not a great idea. Just imagine – hello, you may not remember
me, but some forty years ago I broke into your house, tied you up, kept you
quiet, and then stole your valuables?
Would you mind if I mentioned you in my memoirs?
No, I don’t
think that would fly – but it doesn’t mean I can’t share some of the more
unusual stories, such as the time when, as a young man, I had to keep a certain
aspiring actress from raising the alarm and at the same time find where she
kept her valuables.
Her name was
Annette Tyler, and she looked a bit like a slimmer Susan George – especially
when she came back into her flat, and I was in her bedroom, helping myself to
some fine examples of jewellery! She was
wearing a cream coloured sleeveless dress, with buttons down the front from the
v-shaped neckline to where it split to allow her to walk, and white high
heels. Obviously, the last thing she
expected to see when she went into her room was a tall, dark haired man looking
through her jewellery boxes – and she was probably the last person I wanted to
see as well.
But I am a
professional – so I showed her a starting pistol I used to carry round for
show, and that got her attention. From
the holdall I had I took a length of washing line and walked behind her,
doubling it over and then passing it several times around her upper arms behind
her back. This was about halfway from
her shoulder to her elbow, and I didn’t try to draw them together – merely
secure them and then draw the band together in the centre of her back. I then folded her arms so the backs of her
hands were against her opposite arm, and wound the rest if the rope around her
forearms and wrists. I also added a
couple of turns over the palms of her hands and her arms, before knotting the
ends together.
Well, she had
been quiet while I was doing this, but when I directed her to sit on a stool in
front of an ornate dressing table, I could see the way she was scowling as she
looked at me in the mirror. So I knelt
to her side, took some more rope and tied her legs together below her knees,
then spiralled the two lengths down her legs before I used them to secure her
ankles together.
I then assured
her if she remained quiet, all would be well, as I helped myself to her
jewellery. She asked why I was doing
this, and I was candid and honest in my reply – I could, and her insurance
would recompense her.
Well, she at
least had the grace to admit that was true, as I also opened her purse and put
a bundle of notes into my bag. That only
left one question – how to keep her quiet?
That was solved by use of a white scarf, rolled up and tied between her rouged
lips, as I left her looking at her reflection while I beat a retreat.
A nice simple
evening that one – but sometimes a visit could lead to something a little
unexpected for someone else. A few
months later, I was entering on a quiet afternoon a terraced house in the
Chilterns – I had gone up on business, and decided to carry out a visit while I
was there. This was a commuter town for
London – still is really – and in the mid-seventies that meant nobody was
really around. Or at least, that was
normally the case.
I climbed in
through a rear window, and looked round what appeared to be a study before I
noticed a locked cabinet. It didn’t take
my long to open it, and find a number of trays with gems in them. Well, this was proving to be an opportunity
for a very profitable business – which was when the mistress of the house
walked in, looking at a design pad.
She had
shoulder length dark hair, and was wearing a short floral print dress. It had a v-shaped neckline, and as a detail a
fake bolero jacket with lace trim. Dark
hose and a pair of kitten heels completed her outfit. She saw me, and moved quickie for the phone
on the desk – but I was quicker, gently grabbing and hand gagging her as I told
her to relax, she would not be hurt if she did as I said.
She stopped
struggling and nodded, so I told her to stand still, keep quiet, and put her
hands behind her back. I had got to the
stage where I came prepared, but her eyes widened as big as saucers when she
saw me take some white rope from the bag, and then cross her wrists behind her
back before I secured them firmly together.
As I did, I
asked why she was home – and then I discovered she was a designer of jewellery
by order, and ran her business from there while her husband worked in the
city. The locked cabinet? His idea of security.
So she asked if
I would help teach him a lesson, and I was more than happy to oblige – by
taking all the jewels and some valuables, but leaving her where she could be
found. And unable to raise the alarm.
I tied off the
ropes around her wrists, and then two longer lengths from my bag, using one to
tie her arms to her sides below her chest and above her elbows, and one above
her chest as well as round her upper arms.
I then used two smaller lengths to tighten the bands under her arms,
before escorting her to her main room.
She took a seat
as I went to the windows and drew the drapes over them. I should say I was wearing a jacket over a
black jumper, dark pants and shoes, and dark glasses as well as leather gloves
– she actually complemented me on my dress sense as I knelt down, removed her
shoes, crossed her ankles and tied them firmly together, before securing her legs
above her knees with another length of rope.
It’s not the most secure place to do so, but this bit was for show more
than anything.
She looked over
her shoulder as I left the room for a moment, and asked if I would turn the
radio on. That was simple, as she
listened to Radio 2 while I took care of emptying said jewel store, then took a
few snuff boxes and smaller items as well.
When I came
back in, I had a large headscarf, which I had rolled into a band and tied a
knot in the middle of. She nodded and
opened her mouth to allow me to push the knot between her teeth, and then tied
the band around her head, before she settled herself while I left.
I remember
reading later how the robbery had been discovered, and I am sure he improved
security after that…
That also
brings to mind a pleasant hour I spent one evening in the later seventies. I had been in Scotland visiting some friends,
and I had the evening free, so I decided Edinburgh Old Town would be a good
place to look round.
I hadn’t
exactly come prepared, but one of the joys of Scotland at the time was that
there a multitude of small shops where you could pick up anything – so in one I
picked up some washing line and a roll of white tape, and in another a pair of
stockings. I don’t particularly like
wearing a stocking mask, but must needs to times.
So it was I
walked down the back of a row of Georgian houses, which had been converted even
then into flats, and saw a rear window partially open. I managed to open it wide and went in,
pulling the stocking down over my head before I did so, and then closing the
window behind myself. The room was in
darkness, but I had a handy dandy Ever Ready pocket torch which allowed me to
look round.
IT was,
fortunately for me, a bedroom, and a woman’s at that, so I soon had in my
pockets some nice things from there.
Opening the door slowly, I walked out into the hallway, and opened the
door to the front room – only to see the resident sitting watching a film in a
darkened room.
Like the other
times, she was also wearing a sleeveless dress – in her case, a blue mini dress
with a leopard print wing collar, and a zip fastening at the front. She was also wearing black stiletto heels, and
a shocked expression as she saw me. One
glance at the screen told me why – she was watching Thunderbolt and Lightfoot,
and it was the part in the film where Clint Eastwood and George Kennedy broke
into the suburban house.
So I took
advantage, told her in my best Eastwood voice to lie face down on the floor,
and put her hands behind her back. She
did so rather too quickly, as I took the washing line from my back pocket, made
a loop in one end, and started to bind her wrists tightly together. I was a little worried at the way she was balling
her fists, so I kept taking to her as I wrapped the rope around and between her
wrists, keeping her calm, keeping her quiet.
That used about
half the rope, so I pulled her ankles back and used the rope to secure them
together as well – a simple hogtie, but given how she was too scared to do
much, that seemed to hold her. She
rolled onto her side and watched as I walked to the side of the room, and
pulled her telephone from the wall, before I took the roll of white tape from
my bag and tore strips off, pressing them over her lips and mouth as a simple
tape gag. She then watched as I searched
the rest of the room, before telling her I’d inform the police of her
predicament.
As I left, the
car with Eastwood and the team were driving to the drive-in theatre…
As you know, I
usually avoid situations where kids may be home when I visit, but at times it
has happened. Thinking about my earlier
days, and some of the situations where I had to help everyone relax, it does
remind me of the time I had to keep a mother calm with her daughter.
I know the date
of this with some certainty – it was the Silver Jubilee, so 1977. The house as in the Aston area of Birmingham,
and was the home to your typical suburban Bank Manager with your typical
suburban Bank Manager’s family. I was
going to visit on the last Friday of the month, a traditional payday, and it
was the summer, so the streets were quiet as I walked up, wearing an army style
knapsack thrown over one shoulder.
The house was a
Barrett Box semi – so easy to walk up the side of, and effect an entry through
the side door into the kitchen. The
house seemed to be empty, but as a precaution I pulled the rim of my hat down, covering
my head and only allowing my eyes and mouth to be seen. A bit more than I usually use, but the
occasion seemed to demand it.
Which was just
as well as I walked quietly down the corridor, and heard to my surprise the
sound of music playing. Opening the door
to the front room very slightly, I could see a teenager, maybe about fifteen,
sitting reading a book as the radio played.
She had short blonde hair, and wore a tan corduroy bomber jacket over a
tan roll neck sweater, corduroy pants, and over the knee tan suede boots. She was oblivious to the fact I was even
watching her – but I knew that, for once, I would have to make sure a minor
could not raise the alarm.
I had in my
pocket a wide roll of Elastoplast – the brown fabric sticking plaster – so I
backed out of the room for a second, and tore a long strip off, before holding
it fabric side down in the palm of my gloved hand. Walking back into the room, I took her
totally by surprise as I pressed the strip firmly over her mouth, and whispered
to her to remain calm, not to struggle, and do as I say. I kept talking to her as she tried to pull my
hand away, and then slowly nodded.
Walking in
front of her, I told her to cross her wrists, and as she watched me I took some
cotton washing line from my bag, and used it to secure her wrists together,
before playing it out and securing her legs above her knees, then down and
around her ankles. She was breathing
through her nostrils, watching as I nodded, smiled and said so long as she
remained still, and did not struggle, she would be all right.
So, I was
managing to keep her calm – at which point we both heard the front door open
and close, and her mother call out to ask if she was there. Putting my finger to my lips, I stood and
watched as she came in. She was in her
early forties, with long brown hair, and no – she was not wearing a sleeveless
dress. She had on a short sleeved white
top and a pinstripe short skirt, white stockings and black wedge sandals. She took one look at her daughter, one look
at me, dropped her handbag and raised her hands, pleading with me not to hurt
her or her daughter.
Well, I assured
her if she did as I asked, that would not happen, so she nodded and asked what
I was going to do. I started to asking
her to put her hands out in front of herself, palm to palm – and then used a
length of pre-cut rope to secure them tightly together, taking the rope around
and between her arms. I then told her to
turn round, as I used another longer length of rope to secure her arms to her
sides under her chest, pulling them against her body as I tied it off to the
side.
As I did this,
I asked where she kept her jewellery, and she mentioned the usual places. Thanking her, I asked her to walk over and
sit at one end of the couch opposite the chair her daughter was in, and then
knelt down and secured her ankle together.
I left two lengths of rope from the binding, before I moved her so that
she had her feet by the arm rest on the cushion. The lengths were then tied round the leg of
the couch to keep her there.
She nodded and
asked the girl if she was all right, her daughter nodding and mumbling in reply
as I took the roll of Elastoplast out, and tore another long strip off. Asking her to purse her lips, I pressed the
cloth plaster firmly over them, keeping her quiet as well while I went in
search of their valuables – having first pulled the curtains over the windows,
turned the radio up, and disconnected their telephone.
An hour later,
I let myself out of the front door, having checked they were all right. Apparently, the daughter managed to get over
to the couch, her mother managed to remove the tape gag, and then she used her
teeth to free her mother’s hands – just as her father arrived home…
It’s not that
in those days I did not prepare for more than one person at home when arriving
– more a case of I usually found it easier to deal with only one person if I had
to prevent them raising the alarm. I
suspect most people would – but when it does happen, I always make it fun.
The early eighties,
and I had slipped into a flat in the Bayswater area for a specific purpose – to
find a collection of coins I knew the house owner had. Now, finding the safe was easy, opening it
was easy, putting the coins into my bag was easy – turning when I heard the
door open to see his twin daughters standing there, a little trickier.
They were both
tall, slim, with curly black hair. One
of them was wearing a pale blue dress with buttons down the front, and white
heels – the other a black bolero jacket over a red satin knee length dress, and
red heels. They both stared at me as I
stood up, apologised for the intrusion, but also told them I was here to rob
them, and I needed to tie them both up and gag them so that I could make my
getaway.
There were two
ways this could have gone – but luckily for me, they chose the quiet option,
asking if I was going to hurt them. I
assured them if they cooperated, that would not be the case, instead asking
them to come into the main room with me.
Once there, I told them to kneel in front of a grey couch, which had a
tartan rug thrown over the seat, and to put their hands behind their backs.
As I crossed
and secured their wrists, they offered to tell me where their own jewellery
was, if that meant I would leave them untouched. I, of course, had no intention of doing more
than securing them, so I agreed to that as I secured the second girl’s wrists,
and then passed longer lengths of rope around their bodies under their chests
to secure their arms to their bodies.
Once that was
done, I helped them to sit back to back, using more rope to secure their ankles
tightly together. For the girl in the
blue dress, I secured her legs around her calves, below her knees, but for the
other girl I wrapped the rope around her legs above and below her knees.
Why? Because when I was securing her ankles, she
whispered she wanted me to do that. I
always like to make those I visit happy if I can. I also debated tying them both together, but
decided I had done enough in terms of binding.
Keeping them
quiet, however, was a different matter, as I took two small cloths from a
pocket, folded them and told them both to open their mouths. Once I had placed the cloths inside, they
closed their lips as I used white medical tape to cover them.
Telling them
not to move, I went to their bedrooms and collected their valuables, looking in
before I left and wishing them good luck.
As I walked off, I could hear them trying to talk to each other, and
guessed they were trying to free each other…
Of course, the
ones you really remember are the famous stars – in the late eighties, I read
that a famous cabaret singer was in town, and saw the jewels she had been
photographed wearing. It had been some
time since I did a hotel bedroom robbery, but I thought the challenge might be
worth it.
In those days,
it was still keys rather than access cards, so a little work with a set of lock
picks and I was in. A nice room too,
with blue silk bedding. But I had a job
to do, and I soon selected the strongbox and opened it. As I did so, however, I could hear the key in
the lock, so I took the case to the en suite bedroom and looked through the
door.
She was in her
early fifties, with short brown hair, and was wearing a black leather jacket
over a white jersey dress with a short skirt.
She was also wearing a pair of high heeled gold sandals with straps tied
Grecian style up to her knees. She went
to her bed, saw the strongbox was open – and then felt my hand over her mouth
as I told her to remain calm, and do exactly what I said.
She nodded to
show she understood, and I told her to lie face down on the bed, her hands
behind her back. From my jacket pocket,
I took out some cord and crossed her ankles, before I tied them tightly
together. As I did, I said I was a true fan,
and asked her how it felt to be singing in the UK again.
She was
surprised I wanted to talk about it, but as I secured her wrists, and then her
ankles, we talked about her music and her tastes. I then let her roll onto her side, pulled her
ankles back and secured them to her wrists in a loose hogtie. Having made sure she was going nowhere, I
retrieved her jewellery case, and apologised as I started to empty it into my
bag.
She then said
it was not the first time she had been robbed, or tied up – but she had never
felt so safe about it, or so relaxed. A
fact I took as a compliment, as I pulled the cords to close the bag – and then
said I needed to ensure she was kept quiet.
Going to the
bathroom, I soaked a small washcloth, wrung it out, folded it into a pad and brought
it through. She allowed me to push that
into her mouth, only the edges showing, before I took some duct tape I had and
tore several strips off, making sure I covered her mouth and chin. She watched as I went to the door, mumbling her
appreciation as I slipped out.
I always liked
to leave them relaxed – more tea?
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