Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1871-08-12

and having on those very boots that had been
so long q mystery TO the detective. This time
there was no mistake. The red sand was pitted
all over with the smallpox of those tell-tale
booTs, and now the reader will think there was
nothing TO do but TO arrest the man.
But what proof was there against himp Vivid
circumstantia proof in abundance-legal proof,
none at ALL Pinkerton had taken the precau-
ton TO make perfect casts and drawings of the
impressions in the earth; and il he could get
those boots into his possession he might man.
age TO scare the owner into CONCESSION. How
ever, he resolved to get him over to Chicago,
under pretense of setting him on the persons
suspected of having share in the late smash
up.
In this he was successful, through the eo-op-
Grafton Of the superintendent; and, strange to
say, he carried his boots with him on the train.
Pinkerton now made up his mind that he would
have them by hook or by crook So at a mid
way station he got the conductor, who knew the
"spy," to invite him to take "a drink with him;
and when they were out together, those boots,
in some quiet way, found their way under Pink
erton's carriage seat. On the arrival OF the
train az Chicago. Pinkerton followed his man
until they got into quiet street, and then ar
rested him, charging him point blank with
throwing over the two trains in question, and
also with the robbery of the Michigan Southern
train, some two years before.
He shook in every limb, turned CHASTITY pale,
and in half an hour had made full confession
Of his crimes. He owned that he and friend
robbed the mail at the collision between the IL
linos Central and Michigan Southern, and said
that they went to Europe and spent the money
in eighteen months, when they returned, de-
signing to make a regular trade of throwing
trains off the track and robbing the mails. He
was tried and convicted and sentenced to the
Jacksonville penitentiary for life, where he died,
after an imprisonment of more than ten years.
Such, as near as can remember the facts, is
the story of these infamous transactions. There
is not Il word exaggerated, although am pretty
sure that may be ineXact in some of the minor
details. And who was the criminal? What
was the name of the wretch who could thus
harden his heart to destroy his fellow creatures
Wholesale for the sake Of a few thousand dol
lars2 Reader he was natural son of Lord
Byron, and called himself George Gordon
Augustus Byron. His mother is said to have
been q Scotch lady, living in Edinburg at the
time of his birth, and Stewart by name. His
accomplce was nephew of Sir Charles Napier.
There is no doubt about the truth of the story.
Mr.. Pinkerton is well known all over this con-
tinent, and in the capitals of Europe, as a sort
Of police Napoleon, who never lost any great
case he undertook, and whose talents are only
equaled by his integrity. 1t was he who has al
ways recovered the moneys stolen from the
Adams express company, and who saved Presi-
dent Lincoln's life during his memorable jour
ney to Washington, and it was the same great
detective who, when yet young man, worked
up this Byron case.-Nelo York Evening Post.