Baltimore, Md., Nov. 20, 1864.
I. K. Shaffer, Willards, Washington.
Have seen the parties arrangements are made for to-morrow be here to-night.
Capt. Ha.s.sING.
In reply, I wired:
Washington, D. C., Nov. 20, 1864.
Capt. Ha.s.sing, German St. Green House, Baltimore.
Telegram recd will meet you to-morrow evening at place appointed cannot close up my business with my friend here until morning.
I. K. SHAFFER, Willards Hotel.
The above telegram and the one following were for Ha.s.sing to exhibit to the gang, to show my earnestness:
Willards Hotel Washington, Nov 21 1864
I. K. Shaffer Telegraph Office Barnum"s Baltimore
Disposed of doc.u.ments as you desired will see you in New York on 26. Your telegram recd.
G. B. LYMAN.
I "fixed up" and went over to Washington on the same train with Pittman.
I entered a forward car and Ha.s.sing saw to it that Pittman took one in the rear. At Washington I took a cab and landed in Willard"s Hotel ahead of Pittman. Willard"s, as you know, is in the shadow of the Treasury Department.
I was a sight to look upon; I wore a beaver, had my hair curled, had a birth mark on one cheek, and carried a cane; I was a New York swell in appearance surely. It almost made me sick to look in the mirror.
We introduced ourselves, each to the other, and then we went to my room.
Pittman was very cautious; he said every other person in Washington was a detective. I a.s.sured him of my sympathy and told him that in New York we did not suffer from such surveillance. He said he was happy to become acquainted. He said he was so timid that he did not dare bring his bonds and scrip along, until after meeting me, when his confidence came to him, and said he would go over to Alexandria and return in the morning ready to do business.
We went down stairs; my two officers (Babc.o.c.k and Horner), who were following me to make the arrest when I indicated the propitious moment, were there. Pittman pa.s.sed out the side entrance, and then Babc.o.c.k and Horner invited him into their carriage. He protested, of course, but to no use; in the carriage they searched him and then hurried him on to Baltimore. They could not get out of him who had been with him up stairs in the hotel.
I then went into the barber shop, had my curls straightened, washed the birth mark off, and went to bed. In the morning I wired myself, using Pittman"s name. The telegram I used as an introduction to Dr. Brewer, as follows:
Washington, D. C., Nov 22 1864
Geo. Comings Washington Hotel Baltimore
Go to see Dr. Brewer yourself. I will come on as soon as I see my mother in Alexandria. Telegraph me the result of your visit.
J. T. PITTMAN.
Dr. Brewer resided at the corner of Sharp and Conway Streets, not far from our office. I rang his bell and he responded. I unceremoniously rubbed my telegram under his nose as an introduction, giving him no chance to survey me. After considerable talk, explaining the necessity for my early return to New York, he said he would go and get the bonds and scrip. Having previously engaged a room at the Maltby House, I offered to walk with him, hoping thus to learn where the bonds were deposited, but that did not work. He later met me at the Maltby House, and we went up stairs to count over and settle; the two officers following to make the arrest when signalled, remained in the rotunda.
It took until dark came on to finish our business. We packed it all into a carpet sack. I gave Brewer $1,300 in currency, and then we went down stairs. The arrangement had been for my men to arrest him after he got far enough away from me, but so much time had elapsed, I presume my men had become careless, at any rate they were not in sight. I did not dare let Brewer get out of my reach, so I proposed to walk with him, to get some fresh air. When near his home, and when I had about made up my mind that I would have to make the arrest, to recover my $1,300, my men appeared; I skipped, and they made the arrest. Brewer was obstinate, but finally a.s.sumed a more reasonable att.i.tude.
In their defence they tried to lighten the case by claiming the paper was forged, but when the Government demanded to know where they got the paper, they failed to inform.
FILE XXVI.
Arrest of T. A. Menzier and expose of a prominent railroad official-- Arrest of Barton R. Zantzinger, involving Milnor Jones--Arrest of John Henry Skinner Quinn, alias J. Y. Plater, alias Simpson, a spy--Arrest of E. R. Rich, a spy.
Headquarters, Middle Department, 8th Army Corps.
Baltimore, Dec. 4, 1864.
Capt. W. H. Wiegel, a.s.st. Provost Marshal.
Captain.--I have the honor to report that by direction of General Wallace, I arrested Mr. T. A. Menzier and locked him up in this jail, and ordered the officer of the Navy that was in company with him, Surgeon L. J. Draper, of the Receiving-Ship "Princeton," Philadelphia Harbor, to report to you at ten o"clock A. M. to-day. These parties were in town yesterday morning and intend to return to Philadelphia this evening; neither of them had papers. Menzier"s sister, at whose house I arrested them is a rebel.
The rebs were having a grand jubilee over his visit. The Doctor had no arms.
I am, Captain, Very respy. your obdt. servt, H. B. SMITH, Lt. & Chief.
I found in this house a number of prominent citizens, among whom was a very high officer in a big railroad company. He begged me not to report his presence, with which request I complied, in my written report, but did not, of course, fail to report verbally to General Wallace. This man was in confidential relations with the departments at Washington.
Menzier was a Rebel a.s.sistant surgeon. Both were turned over to Commodore Dornin, for the Navy"s disposition.
Headquarters, Middle Department, 8th Army Corps.
Baltimore, Dec. 5, 1864.
Capt. W. H. Wiegel, a.s.st. Provost Marshal, 8th Army Corps.
Captain.--I have the honor to report that I confined Barton R.
Zantzinger, from the Rebel Army.
Herewith I hand you his statement, which places Mr. Milnor Jones in a worse fix than ever. Perhaps this corroborative evidence will be sufficient to convict Jones of blockade running.
I think Zantzinger should be detained as a witness, if for nothing else.