Confession--A Visit to his Relatives--The Burglar Broken Down.


It was in the gray dawn of the morning when the party arrived at the
house of the constable, Daniel Bascom. Here breakfast was prepared, and
after full justice had been done to a bountiful repast, an examination
of the effects of Newton Edwards was commenced. Ever since his arrest
the young man had maintained a rigid silence, not deigning to notice the
detectives in any manner whatever. He partook of his breakfast in a
dazed, dreamy fashion, scarcely eating anything, and pushing back his
plate as though unable to force himself to partake of food. In his
satchel was discovered a roll of bank-bills, which on being counted was
found to contain a trifle over three thousand five hundred dollars.

Edwards gazed at this money with a greedy, frightened look, like a wild
beast at bay, but did not utter a word, as Robert placed it in a large
envelope and secured it about his person.

"Will you be kind enough to inform me," said Robert, when this was
completed, "how you come to have so much money about you?"

After a moment's hesitation, Edwards replied, doggedly:

"Yes, sir, I will. It is the proceeds of the sale of some property that
I owned in the west."

"Very well," replied Robert, finding it useless, at present, to attempt
to induce him to tell the truth. "You will have ample opportunity to
satisfy a court and jury upon that point in a very short time."