Amos Gormlick stole gold coins from town merchants until he had accumulated a small fortune in a cave. One moonless night he went to retrieve the gold, planning to go somewhere far away where he could live out his life like a king on his ill-gotten loot.
As he stooped to pick up the stash of gold, something pierced his back, and he fell forward, dying. The voice of his neighbor said, “I seen you take some gold from Sam Wattmer’s store so I followed you tonight.”
Gormlick’s last thought was: “Now I’ll never get to enjoy my just reward!”