calmly as I could toward the "y". If they wanted me they could find me as I had already mentioned that I was staying there.

It was almost ten blocks from where I was instructed to wait to the "Y". My heart was beating hard although I was not walking fast. I expected any minute to hear the squad car approach. As I neared the "Y" it occured to me they could be waiting for me there. No police car was outside. At least they hadn't come yet. I went to my room and tried to read awhile. It was difficult to keep my mind on the story as it seemed that what I was living at that moment was far more dramatic than the story I was reading. My thought kept reverting back to how all this started, what I said, what I did that got me into this fix.

I resolved then and there that I would no longer stroll the streets alone after dark, talk to strangers, nor in any way let my conversation involve me with the law. This experience would be a lesson not to let idle curiosity draw me into dangerous situations.

The next day was Sunday and I had to work. I was relieved, of course, that the law had not picked me up. But the more I thought about the experience the more convinced I became that the fellow who threatened me was not really connected with the law. If he was attached to the Military Police then the city police should know about this attempted entrapment and blackmail. But, what did I have in the way of evidence to give to the police? By Monday I was sufficiently cooled down to realize there was nothing much I could really do. Monday night I had just finished my supper inthe downtown area and was walking back to the "Y" when suddenly I spoted a familiar figure coming toward me across the street intersection. I waited for him to pass and stood there staring at him so hard that he had to look at me. He showed no sign of recognition but I knew quite certainly he was the fellow who had caused me such a freight two nights before. I watched him go into one of the bars and without further hesitation went straight to the city police department.

I asked to see the police captain and after explaining briefly to the desk sergeant my problem I was shown into the captain's office. I gave a short account of what happened Saturday night. The captain then asked for my name, address, date of birth, occupation and left the room for a few minutes, coming back with a card showing my name and finger prints. This was indeed startling to find that they had my finger prints on file. I had never been involved with the law and only recently had moved to Colorado from the Pacific Coast. He asked me if I thought I could identify this fellow and I answered that I felt reasonably sure of doing so. He said he was going to send out two plain closthsmen with me and I was to point out this individual to them. It was fifteen minutes before they came in and I had to repeat my story to them. I tried to describe this fellow as best as I could, giving them what little I knew about him.

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We then drove to the bar where I had last seen the fellow. Over an hour had passed since I saw him go into this bar. If he was there I was to indicate this to the plain clothesmen. He was not there. Then we went into at least six other bars and he was not in any of them. I began to despair of find ing him. I knew if we didn't find him the police department would take me for a crackpot. We were about to go into another bar when I saw him crossing a street intersection not far away. I spoke quickly to the plainclothesmen who stepped into the shadow while I followed this fellow. As I did he quickened his pace. The plain clothesmen soon caught up and passed me. Before he had gone a block they stopped him, showed him their identification and asked him for his, at the same time frisking him. Just as I had caught up with them I heard the fellow ask, "What is this all about?'

Then I spoke up and said, "Don't you remember me? You tried to arrest me Saturday night."

"I never met this man. I don't know what he is talking about." "You had better come with us to the police station. We have some questions we want to ask you."

As we walked back toward the car this fellow repeated, "I never saw this man before. I don't know what this is all about."

At the police station I was again ushered into the captain's office to repeat all that I knew about this fellow, where I had met him, the time, where we went, our conversation. Then he was brought into the office while I waited in the hall. Ten minutes later he was taken to a different part of the building. I waited another twenty minutes before one of the plainclothesmen asked me to come into a side room. He then told me that the fellow had confessed everything, that our stories coincided pretty much as to time and place. He said this fellow will never do this again. The Military Police at Camp Carson had been notified and were on their way to pick him up. His attempted entrapment had backfired!

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