Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1870-04-28
A Detectives Experience.

II will tell you nothing sir ~
"But you must p
81 will not !"
The young head was flung back with
Imperious gesture, while the fierce blue
eyes, full of soorn met mine.
1t was strange case. 1t baffied us
Both Mr.. / and myself had wasted
weeks upon it. We were no nearer the
solution now than when we begun. The
boy was obdurate. He would tell us
nothing, yet we were sure this was the
abode of the criminal. Time and again
had we tracked him to this old ricketv
house, built near century ago. and ro-
mantle with many a tale of the olden
time. The moonbeams played upon its
dome like fire, and the trees in the avenue
and lawn caught silver sheen from the
weird beams that strayed in among their
foliage. The dark shadows seemed
instinct with life, as the waving leaves
fashioned them in curious forms on the
dark grass
Underneath these trees Mr.. I. and N.Y.
self had waited for hours that night. 1t
was known that Charlie Wynne was in
the city; policeman had seen him enter
here. But we had searched this house
from bottom to roof, and only this boy
was seen--a child almost, with sunny
hair and face like girls. There was a
witching grace in the 1.-the, slender lambs,
and the willowy frame; grace in every
motion, courage in the fierce, blue-eye !;
and as we searched the house the boy fol-
lowed our movements, smile of scorn
upon his lips, but look of anxiety in his
eyes.
At last l asked him if he knew the
murderer OF Mr.. Hill, one Charlie Wynne.
He Crashed redIy the question was re-
peated,, and his lips trembled with emo
sion,
"Do you know him ?" repeated.
81 will not tell yon, sir !"
"But you must p
81 will not! I"
"Very well, then; you are my prison
er. shall have to arrest you for harbor-
ing fugitive" replied. Still had no
intention of doing so. [ only meant to
play upon his fears, in the hope that it
would elicit some information.
But the by thought me in earnest. A
frightened look swept over his face, and
he trembled like an aspen. l noticed, too,
a restless, uneasy glance out of his eyes
that we sometimes ssee in one who fears
the effect of spoken words upon one he
expects NAV hear them.
That look assured me that my prisoner
was close at hand.
weat on to tell him that if he refused
me the information | sought, that much
as disliked to, should have to lock him
up among common criminals in police
cell.
Where was the boys courage now |?
His knees trembled, and his face was livid
with fear; and sinking into his chair, he
cried out amid sobs and tears:
ooh Charley, Charley, save me!'
The words had scarcely left his lips,
when a concealed door in the old partition
was opened, and Charlie Wynne stepped
into the room.
Il surrender" he said; "let the boy
alonep
The next moment the boy sprung to his
feet. gave one glance at Charley, full of
sorrow and regret, and then murmur-
''What have | done; what have | done"
sank fainting to the floor.
"Why this young man appears inclined
to make scene" said Mr.. /, regarding
him contemporary.
Eyes, it appears So" l replied, but feel
ing all the time strange fear working at
my heart. AS hastily as could 1 applied
remedies to revive the fainting boy Soon
his eye opened, and resting on our prison
| er cried out:
"Oh Charley Charley Is it who be-
trayed you ?"
"Your fears have"
"Then I'll die with you. 1 too" he
said turning to me, "am equally guilty.
| planned the act; | helped to execute it !;
| will not be separated from, him"
This is strange devotion in a boy ~
"Boy no longer l am this mans wife p,
and shaking loose her bright yellow gold
en- ourls disclosed the features of one of
the most noted, as well as beautiful de-
coys of the city--an outlaws daughter
aud murderer's wife"