This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 Excerpt: ...for that now, he little thought that the dead had been brought as evidence against him. "That is the man," said Morton, pointing to him, and the local officer advanced and put his hand on his shoulder: "I arrest you in the name of the law, for the murder of your wife Mary Griffith, at Longueuil, Canada, on 7th inst. You are my prisoner." Discovered All his plans, all his schemes, all his sin for no purpose. Discovered and discovery meant death, and a shameful death at that. All the force of the evidence against him, all the certainty of his beiDg hung, flashed through his mind in a moment; and Morton would triumph over him at last, and perhaps console himself with Annie, after the gallows had done its work. That should never be; he would sacrifice two more lives rather than that should happen. All this had passed through his mind in an instant, while he was standing by the chair from which he had risen on the entrance of his unwelcome visitors; in another instant he had put his hand behind him, drawn a small silver mounted revolver which. he always carried, and aimed directly at Morton's head. But Charlie Morton's time had not yet come. Never from the moment of his entering the room had Murphy removed his glance from the doctor, and the lynx-eyed detective saw the rapid motion with which the pistol was drawn, and sprang forward in time to throw up Griffith's hand, and the bullet buried itself harmlessly in the frescoing of the room. The doctor turned savagely on the detective, and a fierce struggle for the possession of the pistol ensued; but Murphy, although not a particularly strong man, has a grip like a vice, and he held on until the local officer interfered, and in a few seconds the doctor was securely handcuffed. Simultaneously w...