CHAPTER VI.

_The Miser's Wealth._--_Over Fifty Thousand Dollars Stolen from the

Murdered Man._--_A Strange Financial Transaction._--_A Verdict, and

the Arrest of Bucholz._

Meantime there existed a necessity for some action in regard to the

effects of which Henry Schulte was possessed at the time of his

death, and two reputable gentlemen of South Norwalk were duly

authorized to act as administrators of his estate, and to perform

such necessary duties as were required in the matter.

From an examination of his papers it was discovered that his only

living relatives consisted of a brother and his family, who resided

near Dortmund, Westphalia, in Prussia, and that they too were

apparently wealthy and extensive land-owners in the vicinity of that

place.

To this brother the information was immediately telegraphed of the

old gentleman's death, and the inquiry was made as to the disposition

of the body. To this inquiry the following reply was received:

"TO THE MAYOR OF SOUTH NORWALK:

"I beg of you to see that the body of my brother is properly

forwarded to Barop, near Dortmund, so as to insure its safe

arrival. I further request that you inform me at once whether his

effects have been secured, and how much has been found of the

large amount of specie which he took with him from here? Have

they found the murderer of my brother?

Signed, "FREDRICK W. SCHULTE."

Had those who knew the previous history of Henry Schulte expected to

have received any expression of sorrow for the death of the old

gentleman, they were doomed to be disappointed, and the telegram

itself fully dissipated any such idea. The man was dead, and the

heirs were claiming their inheritance--that was all.

Shortly after this a representative of the German Consul at New York

arrived, and, presenting his authority, at once proceeded to take

charge of the remains, and to make the arrangements necessary towards

having them sent to Europe.

The iron box which had proved such an object of interest to the

residents of South Norwalk, was opened at the bank, and to the

surprise of many, was found to contain valuable securities and

investments which represented nearly a quarter of a million of

dollars.

It was at first supposed that the murderers had been foiled in their

attempt to rob as well as to murder, or that they had been frightened

off before they had accomplished their purpose of plunder. The

finding of twenty thousand dollars upon his person seemed to be

convincing proof that no robbery had been committed, and the friends

of Bucholz, who were numerous, pointed to this fact as significantly

establishing his innocence.

Indeed, many people wondered at the action of the State's attorney,

and doubtfully shook their heads as they thought of the meager

evidence that existed to connect Bucholz with the crime. A further

examination of the accounts of the murdered man, however, disclosed

the startling fact that a sum of money aggregating to over fifty

thousand dollars had disappeared, and, as he was supposed to have

carried this amount upon his person, it must have been taken from him

on the night of the murder.

Here, then, was food for speculation. The man had been killed, and

robbery had undoubtedly been the incentive. Who could have committed

the deed and so successfully have escaped suspicion and detection?

Could it have been William Bucholz?

Of a certainty the opportunity had been afforded him, and he could

have struck the old man down with no one near to tell the story. But

if, in the silence of that lonely evening, his hand had dealt the

fatal blow, where was the instrument with which the deed was

committed? If he had rifled the dead man's pockets and had taken from

him his greedily hoarded wealth, where was it now secured, or what

disposition had he made of it?

From the time that he had fallen fainting upon the floor of the

farm-house kitchen, until the present, he was not known to have been

alone.

Tearful in his grief for the death of his master, his voice had been

the first that suggested the necessity for going in search of him. He

was seen to go to the place where he usually kept his pistol, and

prepare himself for defense in accompanying Samuel Waring.

He had stood sorrowfully beside that prostrate form as the hand of

the neighbor had been laid upon the stilled and silent heart, and

life had been pronounced extinct. He had journeyed with Sammy Waring

to the village to give the alarm and to notify the coroner, and on

his return his arms had assisted in carrying the unconscious burden

to the house. Could a murderer, fresh from his bloody work, have done

this?

From that evening officers had been in charge of the premises.

Bucholz, nervous, and physically worn out, had retired with Sammy

Waring, and had not left the house during the evening. If he had

committed this deed he must have the money, but the house was

thoroughly searched, and no trace of this money was discovered.

His bearing upon the inquest had been such that scarcely any one

present was disposed to believe in his guilty participation in the

foul crime, or that he had any knowledge of the circumstances, save

such as he had previously related.

Where then was this large sum of money which had so mysteriously

disappeared?

A stack of straw that stood beside the barn--the barn had been

thoroughly searched before--was purchased by an enterprising and

ambitious officer in charge of Bucholz, and although he did not own a

horse, he had the stack removed, the ground surrounding it diligently

searched, in the vague hope that something would be discovered hidden

beneath it.

But thus far, speculation, search and inquiry had availed nothing,

and as the crowd gathered at the station, and the sealed casket that

contained the body of the murdered man was placed upon the train to

begin its journey to the far distant home which he had left but a

short time before, many thought that with its departure there had

also disappeared all possibility of discovering his assassin, and

penetrating into the deep mystery which surrounded his death.

An important discovery was, however, made at this time, which changed

the current of affairs, and seemed for a time to react against the

innocence of the man against whom suspicion attached.

In the village there resided an individual named Paul Herscher, who

was the proprietor of the saloon in which the deceased and his

servant had taken their drink of beer, after leaving the train upon

the night of the murder.

During the residence of Mr. Schulte at Roton Hill, Bucholz and Paul

Herscher had become intimate acquaintances, and Bucholz had stated

upon his examination that during the month of the previous October he

had loaned to Paul the sum of two hundred dollars. That the servant

of so parsimonious a man should have been possessed of such a sum of

money seemed very doubtful, and inquiries were started with the view

of ascertaining the facts of the case.

The investigation was still going on, and Paul was called as a

witness. His story went far towards disturbing the implicit

confidence in Bucholz's innocence, and caused a reaction of feeling

in the minds of many, which, while it did not confirm them in a

belief in his guilt, at least made them doubtful of his entire

ignorance of the crime.

Paul Herscher stated that on the morning after the murder Bucholz had

entered his saloon, and calling him into an adjoining room, had

placed in his hands a roll of bills, saying at the same time, in

German:

"Here is two hundred dollars of my money. I want you to keep it until

I make my report to the coroner. _If anybody asks you about it, tell

them I gave it to you some time ago._"

Here was an attempt to deceive somebody, and, although Paul had

retained this money for several days, without mentioning the fact of

its existence, his revelation had its effect. Upon comparing the

notes, all of which were marked with a peculiar arrangement of

numbers, and by the hand of the deceased, they were found to

correspond with a list found among the papers of Henry Schulte, and

then in the custody of his administrators.

To this charge, however, Bucholz gave a free, full and, so far as

outward demeanor was concerned, truthful explanation, which, while it

failed to fully satisfy the minds of those who heard it, served to

make them less confident of his duplicity or his guilt.

He acknowledged the statements made by Paul Herscher to be true, but

stated in explanation that he received the money from Mr. Schulte on

their way home on the evening of the murder, in payment of a debt due

him, and that, fearing he might be suspected, he had gone to Paul,

and handing him the money, had requested him, if inquiries were

instituted, to confirm the statement which he had then made.

That this statement seemed of a doubtful character was recognized by

every one, and that a full examination into the truthfulness of his

assertions was required was admitted by all; and, after other

testimony, not, however, of a character implicating him in the

murder, was heard, the State's attorney pressed for such a verdict as

would result in holding Bucholz over for a trial.

After a long deliberation, in which every portion of the evidence was

considered by the jury, which had listened intently to its relation,

they returned the following verdict:

"That John Henry Schulte came to his death from wounds inflicted with

some unknown instrument, in the hands of some person or persons known

to William Bucholz, and we do find that said William Bucholz has a

guilty knowledge of said crime."

This announcement occasioned great surprise among the people

assembled; but to none, perhaps, was the result more unexpected than

to William Bucholz himself. He stood in a dazed, uncertain manner for

a few moments, and then, uttering a smothered groan, sank heavily in

his seat.

The officers of the law advanced and laid their hands upon his

shoulder; and, scarcely knowing what he did, and without uttering a

word, he arose and followed them from the building. He was placed

upon the train to Bridgeport, and before nightfall the iron doors of

a prison closed upon him, and he found himself a prisoner to be

placed on trial for his life."

[Illustration: "_The officers of the law advanced and laid their

hands upon his shoulders_"--]

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