American Detective Fiction    April 1841-July 1891

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United States Democratic Review, August 1845


“The Innocent Convict,” continued from p. 7

locked, they said that the old woman was a-bed; and one of them, taking a bunch of keys from his pocket, succeeded with some difficulty in opening the door. We all three entered and found a wood fire burning in a franklin, a teapot standing in the corner, a loaf of bread and some cold meat upon the table. ‘The old lady has left some supper for us,’ they said; ‘we will go upstairs and see her. You stop below, but don’t open the door if anybody should knock.’

“My two companions crept softly upstairs, and I soon heard them talking softly to somebody, who, I supposed, was the aunt of whom they had spoken. They were gone about fifteen minutes, when they came down with a small bundle which they requested me to take, and said that their aunt being in bed they would remain no longer.

“After leaving the house, they consulted apart from me; and after a good deal of angry talk, they at last called me to them, and said that if I would keep the bundle for them until the next morning, they would meet me at the cookshop and pay me for my trouble. I agreed to do so,

    when they gave me half a dollar and I left them and returned to the cellar, where I procured a bed and went to sleep with the bundle under my pillow. But before morning I was awakened by a constable who came to arrest me, he said, for house-breaking. He searched my bed and found the bundle that I had placed under my pillow, which contained some silver spoons, a string of gold beads and some other old ornaments, a pair of paste buckles, a tortoiseshell snuffbox, a pair of hoop earrings, &c. I saw at once the pit into which I had fallen, and feeling that resistance would be vain, I suffered myself to be taken to a lock-up house, where I found the two villains who had brought this new misfortune upon me. They told me, without any appearance of shame, that they had robbed the house of their pretended aunt, and meant to have shared the booty in the morning. It was the house of a widow, whose son, a printer, lived with her alone. He had worked in the same office with the robbers, who, knowing that he would not be at home until late at night, had determined upon robbing the house. They found the widow, a feeble old woman, in bed; and to

Continued on p. 9

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