Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 14: what you’re looking at

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6 OLD SPECIE. A minute later the treasury clerk came out again, astonishment written on his face. ‘‘Mr. Gillam will see you, sir; follow me.’ His respect for this uncouth-looking ee had evidently received an impetus from the eager man- ~ nerin which the great man within, after glancing at the card, had said: “Show him in at once, Mr. Freeland.’’ ~ When the door was closed again the government official turned from his spina and held out his hand. ‘‘Tam glad to see you achgiet Old Specie. We have need of you down here.’ ‘So I understood, Mr. Gillam.’’ “Draw up achair. We will not be disturbed.” The role of a farmer was no new one to the cele- brated government detective, who could play the part to perfection. A casual glance would reveal to the observer a face rubicund and good-natured, but should one stop to analyze the features he would discover the peculiar traits that, united, made this man sucha terror to evil doers who attempted fraud upon that gigantic corporation, the United States ree ment. , ‘“You come from Washington ?’’ “As fast as the Congressional express on the Penn- sylvania could draw me.’’ ‘“How are your cuties there?’’ ‘‘Lax at present.’’ “I am glad of that, for I believe we have a job here that will take all of your time.’’ Mr. Gillam unlocked a drawer, and took out a government bill. It was a twenty dollar gold certificate. cS EComichoo