Newton Edwards.


It was on a hot sultry morning in August, about ten days after the
robbery at Geneva, that William Everman arrived at the picturesque
little city of Woodford. Woodford was the home of the brother of Mrs.
Newton Edwards, with whom that lady was supposed to have taken refuge
after her quarrel with her husband. Everman proceeded directly to the
hotel upon his arrival, and quickly announced himself as a traveling
salesman from a neighboring city. In a casual conversation with the
clerk, he ascertained that Edwards and his wife were quite well known in
the place, and that the clerk was an intimate acquaintance of the lady's
husband.

"Is Edwards stopping here now?" inquired the detective, in a careless
manner.

"No!" answered the clerk, as he fondly curled the ends of a very
delicate and scarcely perceptible mustache. "He hasn't stopped here
since his marriage; he usually goes to the home of his wife's family
now."

"Do you know whether he is in town now?"

"I think not, unless he arrived last night," answered the young man.
"There are several letters here for him, and he would have called for
them before this. He has his mail always directed here."

"I am sorry for that," said Everman. "I have some instructions for him
from the house he travels for, and he ought to get them as soon as