When the boat touched at Montgomery he sprang ash.o.r.e, where he was welcomed by a crowd of his friends, and gave orders to Porter to have his trunks taken up to the hotel. Porter, during his absence, had been appointed clerk of the Exchange. He was on the wharf when Maroney arrived, and shook hands with him. He told him he was now at the Exchange; that it was the best house in town, and that Mr. Floyd would be glad to welcome him as a guest. Maroney was pleased to hear this, and told Porter that when his trunks came up to the house he would give him some splendid cigars to try--some that he had bought on his trip. Porter saw Roch, but dared not speak to him.
Roch seeing Maroney placed under the espionage of Porter, proceeded to his Dutch boarding-house and gave himself a thorough cleansing.
Porter had a carriage at the wharf, which Maroney and he entered, and drove up to Patterson"s. They took a few drinks and then went over to the Exchange, where they arrived just as Maroney"s trunks came up. He directed Porter to send the large trunk to his room, but to place the old one in the baggage room, and to mark it plainly with his name, so that no one would take it by mistake.
In the evening Maroney and Porter stepped over to Patterson"s and there met Charlie May, a wealthy harness-maker and a very prominent man. He was one of Maroney"s best friends and was so convinced of his innocence of the crime he was charged with committing that he had gone on his bail-bond. They went into a private room and had a social chat, interspersed with an occasional drink. Several of Maroney"s friends came in and joined the party.
Maroney spoke of the splendid cigars he had bought on his journey, and told the a.s.sembled company that when he opened his trunk he would give them a chance to prove their quality. All went pleasantly with him, and Porter was unable to notice any change, with the exception that he was perhaps a little livelier than before.
He recounted the incidents of his journey, the routes he had taken, the places where he had stopped, etc., and Porter found it varied little from the truth. He alluded to the girls he had visited in Chattanooga, said the stock was splendid, described the situation of the house and advised them to pay it a visit if they ever went to the town. He spoke of the fine horses he had seen at Cook"s livery stable and of Cook"s being a fine fellow. He also spoke of inspecting the live stock in the stables at Nashville and at the pleasant dwelling at Natchez, on the hill, and wound up by declaring he had had a splendid time, and ordering in Champagne for all the party.
In the morning, after breakfast, he told Porter to have the old trunk sent up to his room and he would get the cigars he had spoken about.
Porter ordered the colored boy to bring the trunk up, and at Maroney"s request went to the room with him to a.s.sist in the opening. When the trunk was brought up the negro and Porter took off the ropes and Maroney carelessly opened it. There were four boxes of cigars in it. Maroney opened one of them, took a handful of cigars from it, gave a number of them to Porter to try, and when Porter had lit one, said:
"What do you think of that? don"t you call that a splendid cigar?"
Porter admitted it was an unusually fine-flavored weed. Maroney then put some, from each of the boxes, into his pockets, and said he was going to drive out with "Yankee Mary."
Porter having no good excuse for remaining longer, returned to the office, whence he was soon recalled by Maroney, who requested him to have the trunk roped up and placed in the garret, where unclaimed baggage was usually stored. While this was being done, Porter observed the four cigar boxes lying carelessly on the bureau. Shortly after he saw Maroney and Charlie May pa.s.s rapidly up the street behind "Yankee Mary."
_CHAPTER X._
We will now return to the North, where we left Mrs. Maroney enjoying herself as the guest of Mr. Moore. Green shadowed her closely, and she did not make a move that was not reported to me. I thought it best to see Mrs. Maroney myself while she was North, and proceeded to Philadelphia for that purpose, bringing George H. Bangs, my General Superintendent, with me. I had concluded to give Mr. Bangs full charge of all the operatives employed in the case. He was to keep fully informed of all the movements of Maroney and his wife, receive daily reports from all the operatives, then daily report to me, and I would direct him how to proceed, and he would transmit the orders to the operatives. I had many other cases under way, and could not devote all my time to this one. Bangs was to remain in Philadelphia, where all the operatives would send their reports. He was a young man of great abilities; he had been promoted from the ranks, and I had full confidence in his capacity. He was cautious--sometimes a little too much so, or more so than I would be, but still with firmness enough to carry him through all emergencies.
The reader knows that I was determined to win. The Adams Express Company had furnished me with all the backing I wanted, and under such favorable auspices, I said, "Win, I must! Win, I shall!" I did not doubt that Maroney was the thief. The question now was How can I find the money?
Philadelphia, at that time, was where the main offices of the Adams Express were located, and the Vice-President was in charge. I held a consultation with him, and he advised us to remain in Philadelphia and see Mrs. Maroney; and while the interview was progressing, a dispatch came to me, from Green, stating that Mrs. Maroney had left New York for that place. We were all anxious to see her, but I concluded to send Bangs alone to the station, as different persons had seen us with the Vice-President, and it might excite comment if we all went.
The train arrived in Camden, opposite to Philadelphia, at eight o"clock in the evening, and Bangs, who was waiting, had Green point Mrs. Maroney out to him. He got a good look at her as Flora and she stepped into a carriage. She was a medium sized, rather slender brunette, with black flashing eyes, black hair, thin lips, and a rather voluptuously formed bust.
Bangs and Green followed her to the Washington House, on Chestnut street, above Eighth, where she and Flora went into the reception room.
She sent for the landlord, who a.s.signed them a suite of rooms, and they retired.
It will be remembered that Maroney was observed to post a letter while in Memphis. Roch managed to see the address as it lay on the rack in the hotel, and found it directed to Mrs. M. c.o.x, Jenkintown, Montgomery County, Penn. When I arrived in Philadelphia, I concluded it would be a good plan to find out who Mrs. M. c.o.x was, and accordingly detailed Mr.
Fox to procure the information. "His orders were: Go slow; be careful; be sure not to excite any suspicion." Mr. Fox had been a watch and clock maker, and was a thorough hand at his trade. I provided him with a carpet-sack and the necessary tools, and also a few silver watches, of no great value, which I purchased at a p.a.w.n broker"s. Thus equipped as an itinerant clock repairer, and having a few watches to "d.i.c.ker" with, he started on foot for Jenkintown, a small place twelve miles from Philadelphia. He sauntered slowly along with his satchel over his shoulder, going into a farmhouse occasionally, and finally reached Jenkintown. Here he pa.s.sed from house to house, enquiring if they had any clocks that needed repairing. As he was a good hand, and his charges most reasonable, only twenty-five or fifty cents for each clock, he soon had doctored several. He was of a talkative nature, and drew from the old gossips whom he encountered on his rounds, full descriptions of the members of different families who lived in or around Jenkintown; and there is no doubt but that he was much better posted as to their business and weaknesses than they were themselves.
Toward evening, having done a good day"s work, he went to the tavern, kept by a man named Stemples, and made arrangements to stop with him while in town. He found that a man named c.o.x lived in Jenkintown, and that he was a carpenter by trade. During the evening he was much surprised to meet c.o.x at the tavern. Fox was a genial fellow, and, after a paying day"s work always made himself agreeable to those whom he met at the tavern where he put up. He had the knack of getting easily acquainted, and soon was on the best of terms with c.o.x and his friends.
He did not force the acquaintance, but during the evening paid much more attention to c.o.x"s friends than to c.o.x.
Fox went through about the same routine the next day, and toward evening, finding that he had made a dollar and a half, he packed up his tools and went up to the tavern. Here he found c.o.x and his friends again. He told them how successful he had been, and received their hearty congratulations--they feeling that there was no doubt but that they would be gainers by his good fortune. c.o.x and his friends joined in having a good time at the tinker"s expense, and p.r.o.nounced him the "prince of good fellows;" though I much fear, had Fox suddenly importuned them for a small loan, they would have changed their tune; but as he did not, "all went merry as a marriage bell."
[Ill.u.s.tration: _c.o.x and his friends joined in having a good time at the tinker"s expense, and p.r.o.nounced him "the prince of good fellows."_--Page 86.]
c.o.x had two bosom friends--Horton and Barclay. They were held together by ties stronger than those which bind kindred--they were fellow-topers, and could drink about equally deep. They generally concluded an evening"s entertainment in somewhat the following manner:
c.o.x would say, "Hic, Barclay, you"r drunk; better go home, hic."
Barclay would insist that he was never more sober in his life, but that Horton and c.o.x were "pos-(hic)-tively-(hic)-beasley." All three would then start off, bent on seeing one another safely home, and, like the blind leading the blind, generally fall into the ditch. Three irate women would then make their appearance on the scene, and they would each be led home, declaring they were never more sober in their lives. Fox found that c.o.x was known by his friends as Josh. c.o.x, and he was what might be called a lazy loafer, as were also his friends, Horton and Barclay. Fox did not try to get any information from c.o.x, but got all he possibly could from his friends, Horton and Barclay, who proved easy talkers and kept nothing back. He now concluded it was a good time to find out about c.o.x. He discovered in the course of the evening that Josh. had a clock that needed repairs but did not care to go to the expense of getting it fixed. So he said: "Josh., you are a pretty good sort of a man, and I"ll tell you what I will do for you; I am not going to work in the morning, and so I will come down to your house in the course of the forenoon and fix up your clock for you and not charge you a cent for the job." c.o.x was so much pleased at this liberal offer that he took another drink at Fox"s expense and went home highly delighted.
In the morning c.o.x called for Fox, and again drinking at his expense, conducted him to his house and gave him the clock to repair. Fox now saw Mrs. c.o.x for the first time. She seemed a very civil woman and a great talker. She was of middle stature, with black hair and eyes, and dark complexion. When I received this description, I immediately said she must be a relative of Mrs. Maroney"s, and so she eventually proved. In the course of the conversation Fox gleaned that Mrs. c.o.x had some relatives living in Philadelphia, which was nothing astonishing, and he got very little information from her. c.o.x was out of employment, but expected work soon; his house was commodious and very neatly kept, and Mrs. c.o.x seemed a good housekeeper. Having finished the repairs to the clock, Fox returned to the tavern, where he found Barclay and Horton, and soon had the gla.s.ses circulating. The pleasant liquor caused all the parties to grow familiar, and Fox was regaled with many a rare bit of scandal. He finally spoke of the c.o.xes from whom he had just returned, and was at once given their history so far as it was known in Jenkintown. The family had been in the town about four years, and had moved there from Morrisville, N. J. Josh. was not inclined to work, and just managed to sc.r.a.pe enough money together to live on. They had three children, and Mrs. c.o.x was a native of Philadelphia. Fox concluded, from all he saw and heard, that the people of Morrisville would be able to give him full information of the antecedents of the c.o.xes, and came into Philadelphia on the following day to get instructions. I was perfectly satisfied with what he had done so far, and on the next day sent him to Morrisville. Fox plied his trade in Morrisville with great success, and soon got acquainted with many of its inhabitants. His disguise was a splendid one to travel with, as at that time the clock-maker was welcomed everywhere, and while engaged at his work would amuse his patrons with thrilling stories of his adventures, or with the details of city life. In this way Fox got acquainted with many people who knew the c.o.xes when they were living at Morrisville, and they unanimously gave Josh. the character of a "ne"er do weel," although there was nothing against him but his laziness. Josh. had lived for three years in Morrisville, and but very little was known of his previous life. His wife was known as a hard-working woman, and that was all that could be learned about her. Fox discovered, incidentally, that Josh. had a brother living at Centreville, near Camden, in the State of New Jersey.
After a while he got around there, travelling all the way by the wagon road, and occasionally repairing a clock on the way. It would not do while a.s.suming his present character to travel by rail.
On getting to Centreville he at once proceeded with his "d.i.c.kering,"
being ready to either mend a clock or trade a watch. He found there was a Jim c.o.x in town who had a clock to fix, so he went to his house and got the job. He entered into conversation with Jim while engaged in repairing the clock, but found him a surly, uncommunicative, unsocial man, but Fox was a thoroughly good fellow and did not mind an occasional rebuff. So he took up the conversation, explained what was the matter with the clock, gave an interesting description on the works of clocks in general, and finally partially thawed Jim out. "By the by," said Fox, "I repaired a clock for a man of your name in Jenkintown; it was in a very bad condition, but I fixed it up as good as new; so I will this one. Do you know this c.o.x? they call him Josh. c.o.x.
"Oh, yes!" laughed Jim, "he is a brother of mine!"
"I am glad to hear it!" remarked Fox, "he is a mighty fine fellow! His wife is a very superior woman. Let me see, who was it her sister married down South? She has a sister there, hasn"t she?"
"Yes," said Jim.
"Where?" enquired Fox, as he put a pin in the clock.
"I don"t remember the name of the place; used to know it. Her husband is agent for the Adams Express at--at--yes--Montgomery! that"s it, Montgomery! Don"t remember her husband"s name."
"You are like me in having a bad memory for names," said Fox, and then, having got the information he wanted, he turned the conversation to other subjects, all the time keeping busily engaged at his work.
He made a first cla.s.s job of the clock, so that no enquiries should be afterwards inst.i.tuted, and collecting his bill, slowly wended his way to Camden. From Camden he crossed the river to Philadelphia and reported to me at the Merchants" Hotel. Bangs and I were seated in a private room when Fox came in. After hearing his report I turned to Bangs and said:
"The plot thickens! Every day we are nearing success! We have the woman treed at last, and in the North, among our friends! Depend upon it we shall have the money ere long!"
_CHAPTER XI._
On Sat.u.r.day I removed to the Washington House, as Mrs. Maroney was still there. I found she did not go out much, seeming to prefer to remain in her room with Flora. Sunday morning I went to the breakfast room with the determination of seeing her, but although I waited and waited, she did not come, and I afterwards found that she had taken her breakfast in her room.
I loitered about the house till after twelve, noon, at which time I was standing near the main entrance when I noticed a carriage drive up and stop. A gentleman alighted and walked into the hotel. In about twenty minutes Mrs. Maroney appeared escorted by the gentleman--a tall, handsome man, about forty-five years old--entered the carriage with him and was driven rapidly off, unaccompanied by Flora.
I was completely nonplussed, as she was gone almost before I knew she was there. As it was mid-day and in the heart of the city, it would not do for me to run after them, as I would soon fall into the hands of the police by having the cry of stop thief raised after me. I felt very much like following and standing my chances, as at that time I was young and supple, but before I could come to a conclusion the carriage was whirled around the corner of Tenth street and lost to view.
I loitered around for some time and then started towards my room. As I reached the head of the stairs, I saw a little girl playing in the hall, and, from the description I had received, concluded that she must be Flora. As she came past me I patted her gently on the head and calling her a sweet little girl, had a few seconds conversation with her.
Glancing down the stair-way, I saw a lady looking out from the door of the reception room:
"Oh, my dear!" said I, "there is your ma; she seems to be looking for you!"
"That ain"t my ma!" she answered. "My ma has gone for a drive with Mr.
Hastenbrook!"
"Oh, indeed! Where is she going?"
"She"s gone to Manayunk! You can"t catch me!"