The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1875-01-22

gentleman, q resident OF great Ameri-
can city, received the following COM
munication from a prominent solicitor
in London:
mo, OLD BROAD ROAD,
LONDON, Sept. 1873.
"---, EsQ.-DEAR SIR: A
short time since an Italian, who was the
confidential clerk of one of my much es-
teemed clients, Signor Suzzini, of the
firm of Suzzini, Isola & Co., of London,
Naples, and France, died suddenly,
leaving in writing the statement which
accompanies this letter. What trans
pired in St. Georges Hall, in Novem-
Der, 1866, concerning a subject of the
most absorbing interest to those present,
has been kept profound secret, under
solemn pledge; but owing to the
Strange circumstances of the case, and
the almost certain death of the remark
able stranger, supposed to be an Ameri-
can, whose temperance has been await
ed with the most intense anxiety for
years by those informed on the subject,
Signor Suzzini has considered himself
so far absolved from his obligations as
to convey to some Trustworthy barrister
in your city the information herein con-
tanned.
"All communications received from
you will be kept strictly secret, but, in
any event, if you succeed in discovering
the bank, impress upon the managers
the supreme importance of carefully
preserving, at all hazards, the docu-
ments committed to their charge. ]
have the honor to remain, ETC.,
GEORGE MATHIoT MARSHALL"
The following is the statement of the
italian clerk:
"In November 1866, a very import
ant congregation came together in ST.
Georges hall. Strange things were
seen. was there. Much money was
to be gained. A young man, a Yankee,
had a secret in his pocket. 1t was a
wire worth millions. He left the hall.
It was dark night-fog and smoke,
thick and black. I followed him.
Across the Haymarket, across Leicester
square-it was eleven o'clock-and
through dark and narrow alley toward
ST. Martins lane. / could have done il
there. but others came by, and 1 shrank
back in the gloom. Through st. Mar.
tins lane to the Strand, down the Strand
to the turning of Waterloo bridge, still
followed him. saw he was going to
cross the bridge on foot. crossed the
street, and got ahead of him, and in the
middle of the bridge hid myself be-
hind the pafapet. By and by my mar
came along, slowly walking, his hand'
behind him, and his eyes bent upon the
ground. When near me he paused, and
looked toward st. Paurs, whose hug,
bulk loomed up still huger as the moon
light tried to struggle through the fog.
was near enough to hear him. He said
80 mighty monument, the pride anC
glory of an empire, thy renown ha
gone forever. All 1 see around me
though the work of centuries, is but the
amusement of child, the labor of .
day. How powerful am IP-here
stole up behind him, without noise-'ir
future ages my name shall be- my still
letto fell between his shoulders, and ht
| dropped like lamb. His pocket
yielded up a coil of wire and bundl,
of papers, and his body went over int
the river. Ahi I know how to do 1t.
had done it often before at Ferrara, OF
the Po.
"The secret was mine. was franti,
with excitement. / hurried home 4
my apartments, locked the door, turned
up the lamp, and axamined the prize
1t was the wire, the identical wire, which
had swung the cannon in the air not two
hours before. / was impatient to tes
it's powers. / seized an iron poker from
the hearth, wrapped the wire around it
poised it aloft, let go, and it fell clatter
ing to the floor. Again l tried, anC
again it fell. tried different articles
I wound the wire in every imaginabl,
| shape, and still with the same result
Morning found me haggard and ex
haused with my labor, and unsuccessful
Business at the Office prevented further
attempts until evening. ! worked fruit
lessly until midnight. when suddenly
thought of the papers had also seized
Fool that was not to have thought o.