We would further state that this plot or conspiracy in its conception and execution is one of the most vile and brutal that has ever come to our knowledge, and we would recommend that the proper authorities offer a large reward for the discovery and conviction of all those engaged in it in any way. We further state that in our judgment all secret societies whose objects are such as the evidence shows those of the Clan-na-Gael or United Brotherhood to be, are not in harmony with and are injurious to American institutions. We hope that future vigor and vigilance by the police force will more than compensate for past neglect by a portion of the force in this case. R. S. CRITCHELL, H. A. HAUGAN, JOHN A. VAN HOUSEN, JUSTUS KILLIAN, RUDOLF SEIFERT, VICTOR U. SUTTER. [Illustration: ALEXANDER SULLIVAN.] ARREST OF ALEXANDER SULLIVAN. Just as soon as the verdict had been read, Foreman Critchell called the State's Attorney and Coroner inside the latter's private room for a consultation. A moment later they were joined by Police Captain Schuettler and Detectives Palmer, Amstein, Miller, Broderick, Schifter, McDonald, Williams and Hedrick. It was decided that the arrest of Alexander Sullivan should be effected without delay, notwithstanding the late hour, and the Coroner, having made out his mittimus, entrusted it to Detective Palmer. The latter selected as his assistants Detectives Williams and Broderick, and the trio entered a carriage. Well on toward midnight the elegant residence of the ex-President of the Land League, at 378 Oak street, on the North side of the city, was reached. [Illustration: ALEXANDER SULLIVAN'S RESIDENCE.] Palmer was the first to alight. He rapidly ascended the steps and rang the bell. Henry Brown, Mr. Sullivan's clerk, opened the door. "Is Mr. Sullivan at home?" inquired Officer Palmer. "He is," said Brown. "I want to see him," said Officer Palmer, as he entered. Brown closed the door. Fearing some scheme to give Sullivan a chance to escape, Palmer at once gave instructions to Williams to go to the rear of the house, and the officer ran back to the alley. But the noted Irish Nationalist had no thought of escaping. At that very moment he was sound asleep in bed. It was characteristic of the strong will-power of the man. The drift of the testimony for a week had indicated to him, as to everybody else that heard or read it, that the Coroner's jury would name him either as a principal or as accessory to the crime. The paper that he had in his hand as he drove home that evening, chronicled the fact that the jury had retired, and was deliberating upon its verdict. And yet, well aware, as he must have been, that this verdict would be of terrible personal import--he had retired at nine o'clock and was as sound asleep as a worn out child. "Mr. Sullivan, Mr. Sullivan," shouted Brown.