The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-11-08

you too"
Counterfeit money The idea is too
absurd. You arc welcome to look the
house over dozen times. If you can
not find it, you will apologize to us and
release us--your prisoners"
And she bowed as if in mockery. BY
this time the sheriff rang at the door
and was admitted. Explaining to him
in brief and leaving Mr.. Champion in his
charge,with the wife to see l took nothing
| was not entitled to, began the search
of the house, up stairs and down; in this
closet and that in this room and that.
At last entered the family bedroom.
A perfect boudoir There were pictures,
vases, statues, etc, in endless profusion
but no money, or imitation thereof.
Then | went into the bathroom, the fur
niture consisted of two large Kchoo clubs
for gymnastic practices, a boot-jack, little
closet for waste paper, odds and ends. a
broom stood in one corner of the room, a
large body sponge hung on Il nail over
the bath tub while from the open win
dow one could look out aud down upon
the roof Of the wood shed.
| hunted everywhere but to no pur-
pose. At last [ was reluctantly COM
PEELED to give up the search, and with
her return to the breakfast room, where
the sheriff and my prisoner were waiting.
"Well, sir" asked the prisoner, "you
found the object sought, of course 2"
{! No cir. T did nct -
d" Perhaps you had better try another
search. wish you to be thorough. It's
humiliating to be thus suspicioned, and
insulted in ones own house"
81 admit it, sir: but the innocent
must suffer inconvenience, at times or
the guilty would never be punished"
"Quite true, sir. But do you intend
taking me to New Work ?"
" Yes sir"
con what grounds :"
"Thc books you bought as circumstan-
cial evidence"
YES | did buy three books for my
wife, not expecting to visit the city again
till after the holidays, / bought them
while there, and paid for them in gold, as
l can prove by three gentlemen who were
with me. But go on, sir, | am your pris-
oner"
And he leaned back in his chair with
such look of injured innocence, that |
was tempted at once to apologize and re-
turn.
b" Excuse me for moment" said |.
Perhaps I have done you injustice. But
a good detective has little to guide him,
and must loose nothing. | will step up
stairs again, and look in hat box saw
there"
Certainly-look anywhere"
An idea had struck me. 1t was my last
chance. felt that | had the right man,
but was l justified in making the arrest? :?
The hat box l did not care for but the
back room seemed inviting. entered
and looked carefully here and there, then
out of the window Then | took the
sponge from the nail, any there found
what looked for
The sponge was full as large as a mans
head. 1t had been cut away till it
looked like a sort Of cup In the hol-
low next the wall, | found over six
thousand dollars of counterfeit bills.
Putting the bills in my pocket, ] took
the sponge in my hand, and leisurely
walked down stairs.
You can we'll imagine the rest. Tx
plantations were useless The sheriff went
with me to New York that afternoon, and
with us went Mr.. and Mrs. Champion,
leaving the house locked with the key in
the pocket of the Sheriff.
Mr.. John Walters alias Mr. Ned Cramp-
ton, was an escaped convict from the
Moyamensing Prison, and one Of u gang
Of burglars and counterfeiters while his
beautiful wife who was with him, such a
regular attendant at church, was Maggie
Denver, his mistress, and keeper Of
place of dissipation in the city, except
when out in the country few months Of
the year.
Il was four O'Clock in the afternoon
when our party entered the Chiefs Office.
And as took the bracelets off the delicate
wrists Of Mr. Champion, the Chief said;
] knew you would fetch him. Mack, aud
here is another case to 90 on right away.