SOCIETY WOMEN GO TO VISIT BURGLAR.
Polite Crook Entertains His Victims With Reminiscences.
A young burglar spent yesterday afternoon receiving return calls from his "clientele." He did not forget once to be gentle and courteous.
"Yes, this is Peter Sutton, the burglar," he said. "What are your names, please?" They told him. His guests, who were entertained in the detectives' room of police headquarters, were Mrs. H. H. McCluer, club woman, 3224 Highland avenue; Mrs. J. W. Lemke, 448 Bellefontaine avenue; Mrs. H. A. Spencer, 307 Bellefontaine avenue; Mrs. J. Philbreck, 426 Prospect boulevard, and others who were there to identify property stolen from their homes about March 1.
"Oh, yes, I was out to your home, Mrs. McCluer," Sutton admitted pleasantly. "I got a pair of silk stockings, among other things. You did not happen to be home at the time."
"What did you do with the fourteen pairs of silk stockings you got from my home?" demanded Mrs. Philbreck, the wife of a jeweler, who lost more than $300 worth of property.
"Gone -- all gone, long ago," replied the burglar.
"Did you rob my house?" asked Mrs. Spencer.
"Yes, I was there. Got a pair of opera glasses. You were out, too."
"Did you ever find a woman in the houses you robbed?"
Sutton laughed a care free, hearty laugh.
"One time, on Tracy avenue," said he. "I entered the door with a jimmy and was just ransacking the house when I heard a splash in the bath room. I peeked and found a woman taking a bath. I of course apologized and withdrew without taking anything."
The women appeared to be impressed with the police manners of the burglar. They all shook hands with him when they left and advised him to turn over a new leaf. Only Mrs. Philbreck found some of her stolen goods. She was able to identify a string of beads and a watch chain.
