About eleven o'clock on Saturday, February 3, Mr. Warner and the constable arrived at Mrs. Sanford's rooms. On knocking at the door of the sitting-room, they were admitted by Morton, who asked what they wanted. "I would like to engage rooms, if there are any to rent," said Mr. Warner. "I will speak to the landlady," said Morton, going to the door of her room. "Tell the gentleman to call again," said Mrs. Sanford; "I am not dressed, and can't see him." "I only wish to see her a few minutes," Mr. Warner replied, addressing Morton in a tone loud enough to be heard by Mrs. Sanford, whose door was slightly ajar. "Well, I can't see the gentleman until this afternoon," she replied. "I have some important business, and I must attend to it now," answered Mr. Warner, putting his foot in the opening and pushing the door in with his shoulder; then he continued, addressing the constable, "This is Mrs. Sanford, and you can arrest her now." The constable immediately took charge of her, and she was allowed to complete her toilet, though Mr. Warner first searched her dress, before letting her put it on. He then made a careful search of the bedroom, during the progress of which Mrs. Sanford was very noisy and troublesome, crying, and pretending to go into hysterics several times. Once, when Mr. Warner was looking very carefully through her trunk, she said to him, in very tragic tones: "By the way you act, one would think you were looking for a murdered man." "Well, perhaps if we had come a little sooner, we might have found one," he replied, quickly, giving her a sharp glance. As nothing had been said to her or to any one else about any charge except that of larceny, this remark was highly significant; and, on her trial, it undoubtedly had great weight with the jury. Mr. Warner soon found the pocket-book containing the bonds under the mattress of her bed, and after examining them sufficiently to identify them, he gave them to the constable. Mrs. Sanford was then taken to my office, and, as Mr. Trafton had arrived from Cleveland, we tried to have an interview with her relative to young Trafton's death. She was too crafty, however, and she pretended to go into hysterics whenever we began to question her.