authorities that Guthrie was a spy and not a mere accomplice
who had turned State's evidence, a distinction of far-reaching
legal significance so far as his evidence was concerned.

The final episode in the drama was the unearthing by the
police of Hoboken of the secret cache of the dynamiters,
containing a large quantity of the explosive. Guthrie's
instructions as to how they should find it read like a page
from Poe's "Gold Bug." You had to go at night to a place
where a lonely road crossed the Erie Railroad tracks in the
Hackensack meadows, and mark the spot where the shadow of a
telegraph pole (cast by an arc light) fell on a stone wall.
This you must climb and walk so many paces north, turn and go
so many feet west, and then north again. You then came to a
white stone, from which you laid your course through more
latitude and longitude until you were right over the spot.
The police of Hoboken did as directed, and after tacking round
and round the field, found the dynamite. Of course, the union
said the whole thing was a plant, and that Guthrie had put the
dynamite in the field himself at the instigation of his
employers, but before the case came to trial both dynamiters
pleaded guilty and went to Sing Sing. One of them turned out
to be an ex-convict, a burglar. I often wonder where Guthrie
is now. He certainly cared little for his life. Perhaps he
is down in Venezuela or Mexico. He could never be aught than
a soldier of fortune. But for a long time the employers
thought that Guthrie was a detective sent by the unions to
compromise THEM in the very dynamiting they were trying to
stop!