and whereabouts were not to be obtained, as he had
been sailing under false colors during his stay in the country, and
those who were initiated into the secrets of the case, of course, kept
silence.

At length, Mr. Smith received a letter from a woman in Vermont, who
had formerly been employed at one of the hotels in the vicinity of the
assault, and soon after he met this same woman at Sutton, and her
evidence was a great aid towards locating the assailant. She knew
nothing about the pretended Boston horse-buyer, who had apparently
forgotten the object of his northward journey and disappeared without
having purchased any of the Canadian steeds, but she remembered an
American having once stopped for a time at the hotel where she was
then working, and from the description given it seemed that he might
be the same man. The one whom she described she said came from
Marlboro, Mass., and thither a man was soon despatched in search. It
proved that the man to whom she had directed Mr. Smith was not the one
in question, but in searching for him the real perpetrator of the
crime was found, as he chanced to be also a resident of Marlboro,
Mass. Having located his man, the gentleman in search returned home,
leaving in Marlboro a Canadian detective who should keep watch of the
man until Mr. Carpenter went there. However, when Mr. Carpenter, who
was accompanied by Mr. Smith, reached the place, the man whom they
sought had already been lost track of by the detective, but after a
few days Mr. Smith saw him in company with several others, and at once
identified him as being the man whom he had seen in the vicinity of
Sutton Junction previous to the assault, and also as having the form
and gait which he had noticed his assailant to have when he had
watched him fleeing from the scene of his cowardly attack. Soon this
man was captured at Hudson, Mass., a place about five miles distant
from Marlboro. He was arrested by Chief of Police Skully of Hudson and
Policeman Hater of Worcester, and taken to Fitchburg. The name of this
young man who had apparently come very near being a murderer was
Walter W. Kelly, and he had been a bartender in Marlboro, which
probably made him feel more sympathy for his Canadian brethren when
their liberty to sell intoxicants was interfered with.

While at Fitchburg, Kelly was advised to yield himself up and go
freely to Canada with Mr. Carpenter and Mr. Smith, because, he was
told, they were determined to have