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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Public interest is greatly aroused in this matter. And if, as now seems positively certain, this arrest and forthcoming conviction break up the vicious white-slave gang for some time operating in Rochester and Ontario Beach, the public will have a still greater debt of gratitude toward the Purity League, the Vice Squad and the untiring efforts and bravery of Sergeant Duffey."
The leader and brains of the association, Gabriel Armstrong, a Socialist speaker and worker of national prominence, was arrested, and is now lodged in Police Headquarters, with serious charges pending. "The arrest was made as a result of the keen work of Officer Michael P. Duffey, sergeant of the vice squad.
The lad took it up, and exclaimed: "One of Chiquita's shoes! a left hind shoe!" "How do you know?" I asked. "Private Sattler always shaped the heel of the left shoe like this, to correct a fault in her gait." "May I look at the shoe, sergeant?" asked Corporal Duffey, approaching from the group of men near the guard's fire. "Shoes are like hand-writing no two blacksmiths make them alike.
"You must have been in athletics yourself seems to me I've seen you somewhere too." "Maybe. My name's Benson." "I remember a sprinter. And a good one, too." "Good enough with no Wefers or Duffey, or somebody like yourself around," protested the passenger, but immensely pleased nevertheless to be identified after so many years.
At retreat and tattoo roll-calls Corporal Duffey had reported Private Clary absent, adding the words "and unaccounted for," and at Mr. Gray's table the boys were absent from supper. At first I gave myself no anxiety over the absentees, but at midnight, becoming alarmed, I began a search for them.
"A savage hand-to-hand struggle took place, in which furniture was broken, the policeman badly injured and two of the volunteers knocked out. Armstrong was finally subdued, however, by the jiu-jitsu method, in which Duffey is an expert, and was lodged in the Central Station, together with the woman.
Hearing screams in the assignation house at 42A Belding street, he made his way up stairs, accompanied by two or three citizens. The screams were coming from a room on the second floor. Duffey promptly battered the door down only to be met by a furious assault from Armstrong, who was intoxicated and extremely violent.
"A slight scratch on the arm near the shoulder, and my horse is hurt." An examination of Hudson's arm proved that the scratch was not serious, but I thought it best to exchange his horse for one belonging to a soldier. We then went on, Frank and I walking in advance of the ambulance mules. "There's something down there in the road by Ferrier's grave, sir," said Corporal Duffey.
"Yes, Clary, go ahead, and stay as long as you're needed," was the kindly answer. "Is it to your room I'll be takin' him, sor?" asked Clary, rising and holding his burden across his breast. "Of course, and place him on my bed. Corporal Duffey, send a man for the surgeon and hospital steward, and send another with the pony to the stable."
Then turning to Corporal Duffey, I continued: "The road from here to the creek is soft and loamy, and we are not likely to make much noise; caution the men to be quiet and not show themselves outside the track. If the Indians are at the ranch it will be best for us to appear there unexpectedly." "Do Indians never stand up like white men, and fight?" asked the younger boy.
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