Brought To Justice
There was no serious doubt in Sheriff Carter's mind as to the importance
of O'Leary's telegram. He hoped that the murder of Will Cummins was, at
last, to be avenged; and, as he had admired and loved that chivalrous
man, he resolved to use every means in his power to bring the murderers
to justice. But he realized what a difficult task it would be to get
them hanged.
There was a strong sentiment in California against capital punishment.
There seemed to be little objection to murder committed by private
citizens, but people raised their hands in horror at what they were
pleased to call judicial murder. What right has the State to take so
precious a thing as human life, even though the life be that of a
hardened criminal? Carter was sick at heart. He had watched the most
depraved characters, fed and clothed and guarded at the public expense,
spend their days in shame and utter uselessness. It would have been a
mercy to have terminated their existence; and it would have instilled
respect for law in the minds of other criminals.
But the immediate problem of Sheriff Carter, as it is the immediate
concern of this story, was to capture the murderers. Carter went armed
with proper legal documents, handcuffs, and a pair of derringers--for
the sheriff of Nevada County could shoot straight simultaneously with
both hands. Two faithful deputies accompanied their chief, and all three
were well supplied with the sinews of war in gold and bank-notes.
Arrived at St. Louis Carter immediately got in touch with O'Leary, and
cautioned him not to alarm Collins, for proper circumspection might lead
to the capture of both murderers. Showing his credentials to the proper
authorities, he took them into his confidence, and thus made sure that
Collins would not be discharged from jail without his knowledge. Then he
and his deputies retired to their hotel for rest, refreshment, and
poker.
In less than three days the chief of police showed him a letter written
by Collins to Thorn. The missive ran:
"dear Thorn, alias Darcy,
don't let your old pal bother you eny I suppose you are having a
revival in your church about this time and converting a great many
sinners. give my kind regards to the widow Brown, and I hope she
will marry you soon. I expect to leave this hotel in ten days, so
will need $50. send post office order, St. Louis, general delivery.
Your old partner,
J. C. P. Collins."
It was evidently a blackmailing letter. The sheriff remembered Darcy of
old, and the chances seemed good that Thorn _alias_ Darcy was the other
highwayman. So, taking O'Leary along to assist in the identification, he
set out for Union City to deliver Collins' letter in person. No doubt
this Thorn was a harder man to catch than Collins. He had had sense
enough to change his name and to join a church. So Carter approached
Union City rather cautiously, leaving O'Leary with one of his deputies
in Chicago with orders to wait for a telegram. Accompanied by the other
deputy he arrived at Union City rather late at night, to avoid
publicity.
There he learned that Thorn had been in town nearly three years. That he
was engaged in the lumber business, was prosperous, highly respected and
was prominent in the leading church of the town. He was away on business
in Chicago at the time, but was expected to return in a week or two, as
it was rumored that he was soon to marry.
The sheriff's disappointment was much relieved by the receipt of a
telegram the next morning:
"We have got Darcy corralled here. Come at once.
Pat O'Leary."
"Just as well that we brought O'Leary along," remarked Carter to his
deputy. "You stay on guard here till you hear from me."
In Chicago the sheriff found that his deputy had promptly arrested Darcy
on O'Leary's identification, and had had the man locked up. But on
visiting the jail, Carter was considerably in doubt if he had ever seen
the prisoner before. The Darcy he remembered was smooth shaven, bronzed
through exposure to the California sun, rough and rather desperate in
appearance. This man wore a beard, was well dressed, rather pale from
confinement in his office, and of sanctimonious countenance.
"But that's Darcy, all right," O'Leary assured him. "Same eyes, and same
mole on his neck. Just read him that letter from Collins, Mr. Carter."
At the name of Collins the prisoner winced visibly. For some time he had
realized that Collins might betray him; and he had thought seriously of
ending that scoundrel's career.
Carter followed up the advantage quickly.
"I think this is Mr. Thorn of Union City?" he inquired politely.
"That's my name," said the man, "and I live in Union City, as I told the
officer."
"I've just come from Union City," replied Carter quietly, "and happen to
know that you are a respected citizen of that place. Don't suppose you
ever heard of J. C. P. Collins of Nevada County, California?"
"I was a miner in California several years, but I don't remember anybody
by the name of Collins."
"It's singular then that Collins should call you his old pal and address
you as 'Dear Thorn alias Darcy.'" And Carter presented Collins' letter.
"You're wanted, Thorn, alias Darcy, for the murder of William F.
Cummins." The sheriff looked at the prisoner so sternly that the man
wilted. "Collins has owned up, and you might as well do the same."
"O God!" groaned the man, "my sin has found me out. I killed Cummins
with my own hand; and I am ready to pay the penalty."
His religion had not been all humbug, by any means; and now he asked
permission to visit Union City to make public confession of the murder.
But Carter had left Collins in jail at St. Louis, and saw no reason to
delay the arrest of that scoundrel in order to gratify the wishes of a
confessed murderer. So he proceeded to St. Louis at once, arrested
Collins, who seemed rather shocked and grieved to meet his old friend
the sheriff once more; and hurried the prisoners back to California.
There was great excitement in the gold fields, you may be sure, when it
was announced that Will Cummins' murderers were safely lodged in jail,
more than three years after the crime. Surely, California was becoming
civilized, and at last Nevada County was actually to try a couple of men
for murder.