The Paris correspondent of the " Daily Telegraph" sends an amusing story of a burglar in a box. According to a pre sumably veracious narrator, two detectives who were on duty recently iv the Rue Saint Martin, heard a man address a large box, which he was wheeling before him on a cart, as if it were a human being. The detectives may, or may not, have thought of the story of tbe wooden horse, but at all events, they listened attentively and distinctly heard the words, "Don't stir, old man 1 " I'll take you round by the shortest cut." The porter was at once fol lowed quietly by the plain-clothes men. The cart containing the box, was whaeled into a large business, in tbe Rue de Body, and delivered over to a clerk, the porter observing that he would call for it in the morning and take it away to another desti nation. The clerk objected to receiving the article, as he had no notice of its coming bub he was prevailed upon to let it remain in the place. The detectives entered soon after, and having mentioned their suspi cions to the clerk, it was arranged that they should hide on the premises and await events. On tbe stroke of midnight, the lid of the box was observed rising gently, and out came a man, who walked towards a money safe, opened it with the aid of tools which he had in his possession, and, after having annexed a supply of gold and bank notes, returned to his original hiding place. The detectives waited until the morning, which brought the* porter, who was arrested, and the box with the safe breaker in it wa9 conveyed to the office of the Surete 1 . Thsre the thief, overcome with surprise, was despoiled of his booty amounting to about £80 and waß quickly despatched to the Depot.
