In Warsaw

Who could dance the Boston? That was what the guests of Mme. Pilsudska wanted to know. Already the fiddles were beginning; the gentlemen, in the order of a fashion lost in the U. S., and in some parts of Europe, but maintained here in the core of Warsaw society, were crossing the ballroom of the Merchants' Club to choose their partners. It was an exhilarating moment, four o'clock in the morning, the beginning of the Boston at this party given by Mme. Pilsudska, wife of Marshal Pilsudski, the "Dictator." A handsome youth was introduced to the wife of a rich doctor. Her bracelet alone was worth $10,000. Away they went. The music stopped. He kissed her hand. . . .

And where did he go then? That was what the police, the dress-suited detectives wanted to know. He had left, the doorman said, in a limousine. The law gave chase, to the limousine, to the charming youth, to the $10,000 bracelet of the doctor's wife which, vanishing from her arm, had caused the hue and cry. They found the limousine in front of a fine house. Thirty armed men forced their way in. "Please do not break anything," said the charming young man. He showed them ledgers filled with "donations" together with lists of the charities to which this money had been given. The charities had actually received the money. Aside from "office expenses," not a penny had the charming young man and his friend kept of some $500,000 which, in silver and jewelry, they had stolen from their peers, given away to the poor. Both were capable civil engineers. Both had money of their own. They were placed in a ward for observation.