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sighed the convict , `` it was not to be so . When I arrived at the station-house , I was dumfounded to learn that the spoons were all too real . I told my story to the sergeant , and pointed to the monogram , ` G.C. , ' on the spoons as evidence that my story was correct ; but even that told against me , for the alleged owner 's initials were G.C. -- his name I withhold -- and the monogram only served to substantiate his claim to the spoons . Worst of all , he claimed that he had been robbed on several occasions before this , and by midnight I found myself locked up in a dirty cell to await trial . `` I got a lawyer , and , as I said before , even he declined to believe my story , and suggested the insanity dodge . Of course I would n't agree to that . I tried to get him to subpoena Ferdinand and Isabella and Euripides and Hawley Hicks in my behalf , and all he 'd do was to sit there and shake his head at me .