A Baby Was Trapped Inside a Time-Locked Bank Vault By Herself

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In Georgia, a 14-month-old toddler wandered away from her mother inside a bank. Crazy, I know. What's even crazier is that the baby managed to walk inside an open bank vault that locked as the bank closed (and wouldn't open again until the bank opened). After cameras spotted the baby on security cameras inside the vault, the mother realized that her kid was trapped inside.

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In what police officers said was a "very tense scene", the baby actually spent 4 hours trapped inside by herself. Authorities pumped fresh air through vents while she was crying and policeman and firefighters tried to free her. But they couldn't! Not until a locksmith used a drill to break open the vault was she saved. She's okay now, a fresh set of diapers was all she needed. [MSNBC via BoingBoing]

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A Retrieved Reformation, O. Henry

A guard came to the prison shoe-shop, where Jimmy Valentine was

assiduously stitching uppers, and escorted him to the front office.

There the warden handed Jimmy his pardon, which had been signed that

morning by the governor.

snip

"Now, Valentine," said the warden, "you'll go out in the morning.

Brace up, and make a man of yourself. You're not a bad fellow at

heart. Stop cracking safes, and live straight."

"Me?" said Jimmy, in surprise. "Why, I never cracked a safe in my

life."

snip

A week after the release of Valentine, 9762, there was a neat job of

safe-burglary done in Richmond, Indiana, with no clue to the author. A

scant eight hundred dollars was all that was secured. Two weeks after

that a patented, improved, burglar-proof safe in Logansport was opened

like a cheese to the tune of fifteen hundred dollars, currency;

securities and silver untouched. That began to interest the rogue-

catchers. Then an old-fashioned bank-safe in Jefferson City became

active and threw out of its crater an eruption of bank-notes amounting

to five thousand dollars. The losses were now high enough to bring the

matter up into Ben Price's class of work. By comparing notes, a

remarkable similarity in the methods of the burglaries was noticed.

Ben Price investigated the scenes of the robberies, and was heard to

remark:

"That's Dandy Jim Valentine's autograph. He's resumed business. Look

at that combination knob—jerked out as easy as pulling up a radish in

wet weather.

snip

The Elmore Bank had just put in a new safe and vault. Mr. Adams was

very proud of it, and insisted on an inspection by every one. The

vault was a small one, but it had a new, patented door. It fastened

with three solid steel bolts thrown simultaneously with a single

handle, and had a time-lock.

snip

Suddenly there was a scream or two from the women, and a commotion.

Unperceived by the elders, May, the nine-year-old girl, in a spirit of

play, had shut Agatha in the vault. She had then shot the bolts and

turned the knob of the combination as she had seen Mr. Adams do.

The old banker sprang to the handle and tugged at it for a moment.

"The door can't be opened," he groaned. "The clock hasn't been wound

nor the combination set."

snip

Get away from the door, all of you," he commanded, shortly.

He set his suit-case on the table, and opened it out flat. From that

time on he seemed to be unconscious of the presence of any one else.

He laid out the shining, queer implements swiftly and orderly,

whistling softly to himself as he always did when at work. In a deep

silence and immovable, the others watched him as if under a spell.

In a minute Jimmy's pet drill was biting smoothly into the steel door.

In ten minutes—breaking his own burglarious record—he threw back the

bolts and opened the door.

snip

Jimmy Valentine put on his coat, and walked outside the railings

towards the front door. As he went he thought he heard a far-away

voice that he once knew call "Ralph!" But he never hesitated.

At the door a big man stood somewhat in his way.

"Hello, Ben!" said Jimmy, still with his strange smile. "Got around at

last, have you? Well, let's go. I don't know that it makes much

difference, now."

And then Ben Price acted rather strangely.

"Guess you're mistaken, Mr. Spencer," he said. "Don't believe I

recognize you. Your buggy's waiting for you, ain't it?"

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