Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 128: what you’re looking at

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120 OLD SPECIE. ‘You did not know she had a brother.” “T understood a child was lost and never found, but believed—yes, knew—it was a girl.’ I don’t understand where this boy comes from.’’ Old Specie had made a point. He believed now that Florence, the dead girl, was really a sister to Amy. If this were so, it would account for the wonder- ful resemblance between them. On no other hypothesis could he understand this strange thing. 7 Having the clew now, he could delve deeper into the matter in the future. That was something that did not require haste, and he had need of all his attention in another di- rection. “You will find him a pertinent UB TRIEY my dear | sir, when the time comes.’’ The other did not look alarmed. He had made all possible allowances for any trouble of this sort. “Permit me, Mr. Jenkins, to ask what you intend doing in the premises?”’ The pretended lawyer struck an attitude. Sweeping his hand around him, as if to take in the richly decorated rooms, he said: “Surely, sir, all this is worth fighting for. My chent is next of kin, and in the courts he mus¢ come in for the property. If he were out of the way, of course you: would be the heir, but a man, you know, is generally more tenacious of life than a young girl.’ Was there a hidden threat in his words? The man looked at the strange figure of the Tem- ple Court ovate: for @ minute, Eomicbooks.¢o 3