The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1870-08-04

Boggs nodded his head approvingly,
and went out.
During the morning an inquest was
held, where a verdict was rendered in acs
cordance with the facts as before stated.
The physician, in his post mortem exam
ination, in probing, extracted piece of
steel which proved to be the point of a
small dagger, the same which the detec
tive had discovered.
Boggs remained a few days in the neigh
borhood, quietly observing every circum-
stance, and then suddenly disappeared,
and in about fortnight, as suddenly
turned up again, with Joe Smith in his
custody, who was Immediately lodged in
Jail.
One day, after he had been in jail about
a week, Boggs entered his cell and ez>
claimed pleasantly:
Zone night more and you are a free
mani"
"WeIl, I'm glad of it," replied Joe,
for I'm beginning to feel sick of this sport
Ii isn't enough to be knoched on the head,
and then confined in lunatic asylum,
and after I'm fortunate enough to get out,
| get arrested on charge of murder,
which didn't know anything of until my
arrest" added he good-humoredly.
'tYou onght to thank your lucky stars
you got out SO safe. You came within
an ace of being sent to ''that bourne from
which no traveller returns," replied the
detective, laughingly.
"Have you all the proofs of their guilta'
inquired Smith.
''Leave that TO me-" returned Boggs,
with evident satisfaction, turning to leave
the prison.
On the next day, Boggs, in company
with constable, was seen going in the
direction of 1.-The Elms." Pulling the
bell, he was soon admitted, and shown
to the sitting room, where Randolph and
Mrs Edison were engaged in low conver~
sation.
Chow dye do ?" exclaimed Boggs, en-
tering without any preliminary knocking,
accompanied by his companion.
Randolph and his companion started as
if struck by lightning, but recovering their
self possession, found tongue to answer
| him.
81 beg your pardon for coming in in
this way, but you see business is bust
ness" explained Bcggs, blandiy.
Randolph merely inclined his head.
''Would it be asking too much to in
quire what your maiden name was p
asked Boggs, suddenly addressing himself
to Mrs Edison.
che looked at him inquiringly, and the
muscles about her mouth worked nerv-
ously.
''Rauno," replied she.
''Ah, yes. Well, there is one little cir
cumstance about this case that I'd like to
inquire about. | suppose you didn't hear
any carriage or anything stop before the
house on the night of the murder, did
you p queried Boggs.
''Ne stated once before that we did
not,' nterposed Randolph, with malig>
naut glitter beaming in his eyes.
''Well, you see, didn't know bat
that you'd forgotten it. People is likely
to forget such little things when they get
excited, you know"
sis that all your business with US %
| asked Randolph.
"There's one thing mere I'd like to
ask, returned BogGs "Did you ever see
| these things before ?'
The detective suddenly produced the
! his arrival.
Had a cannon ball passed through the
apartment at that instant, it could not
have produced greater effect than that
action.
"Where did you get them p almost
shrleked the woman, her face of livid
| hue.
"Where you hid them after you had
murdered your husband, calmly replied
the detective.
Her eyes suddenly cleaned like burn
| ing Goals when she found herself betrayed.
She moved her hand nervously in the di-
rection of her bosom, and before Boggs
had either time TO divine her intention or
arrest her, there was sharp report of a
pistol, puff of smoke, and The foiled
lnurderess tell to the floor corpse.
In the meantime, Randolph had fur
lively moved in the direction of the door,
but the constable had anticipated him,
and he was forthwith arrested, tried for
completely in the murder of his uncle,
and. the proof being SO conclusive, he was
found guilty, and eventually expiated his
crime on the scaffold.
Little more remains to be told.
On the night of the murder, Joe Smith
in returning to the tavern, on arriving at
spot on the road where a clump of trees
cast shadow across the path, was
knocked over the head, but not before he
recognized the features of Randolph, and
or regaining his consciousness, found
himself an inmate of a lunatic asylum,
from whence be was taken by the detect
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