city was thrown into much excitement last night when reports spread of what was quoted as “a big mail robbery.” The crowd that gathered about the police station saw that the local police had Cecil Squires and. a man named Murphy in custody. Later these two were handcuffed together, and Night Captain Land, accompanied by Railroad Detective Jack Ryan and Patrolman Hardesty, took the couple to Vincennes to lock them up in the countyjail.Local postoffice authorities at once sent a telegram to W. C. Lytle to the effect that two men had been arrested in connection with an alleged conspiracy to rob the U. S. Mail and that I they were being held at Vincennes.| The arrest came through the effort | of the supposed would-be robbers to I buy off Noble Ewick. An offer of j $10,000 as his share did not waver ! Noble’s honesty. He came directly i to the police and laid the whole thing before them, later making out a lengthy affidavit in which he detailed the conversations which he alleges he had with the men.The plan, as Swick gives it, was to rob the $75,000 payroll after it came in, next Saturday afternoon. Swick brings the mail from the depot to the rear of the postoffice. The men were to attack Swick at the rear of the postoffice by the mill. Supposed-i ly, they were to knock him off, toss his unconscious form into a v/aiting automobile, and. flee. Later they were to leave him bound and gagged in the car in the country, while they made their flight in another high powered car which would be waiting for them in the country. All Noble had to do was to see that the bundle of money was on the top of the cartload of mail sacks, and to offer only fake resistance. For this he was to receive $10,000..Acting under instruction from the police, Swick told the boys he would have to have $500 in advance—that 1 he had nojivay of knowing but that they might forget him in their haste to get away. After telling them this yesterday, Swick was to meet them j last night at the postoffice. When they met, Squires remarked, “Thereare too---many cops aroundhere; meet me by Russell’s, but Captain Land, not knowing of this meeting place, drove right into the hunch.| “There’s that - Land,” said/P.nnt'nnp/) nn notro sirl