Allan Pinkerton,
Bucholz and the Detectives
“ How many untouched pillows there are as the sable folds of night gather around the dreary walls of the prison. How many aching hearts and weary brains are waiting and watching for the dawning of the day—the coming of the bright rays of the morning, which shall dispel the gloom and despair of their narrow chamber, and gild with golden beauty the darkened corners where, in the solemn hours of the night, lurk the grim specters that were born of their remorse or their fears. Bucholz passed a sleepless night after the conversation just had with his companion, Edward Sommers ”
