Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 143: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 135 pecting how close over a powder magazine they labored. Old Specie stood and watched a few minutes. Then he went on. _ His work for the night was done. There was nothing more to keep him in this neighborhood. He could turn in with a clear con- science, and a sense of having accomplished the duty upon which he came. Thus another day came. It was destined to be freighted with strange events that involved a number of our CnATA CITE) and brought ruin as well as victory. Early in the day the treasury detective was astir. He had business ahead. It was to be hoped that ere another dawn came he would be entitled to a good rest of several days’ duration, undisturbed by any new moves in the game. First of all, after breakfast, he went to the resi- dence of Mr. Gillam. Being admitted, he entered the library, and a few minutes later that government official made his ap- pearance. He had on a dressing-gown. Evidently the gentleman was not used to such early hours. At sight of the detective he came forward eagerly, holding out his hand. - ‘Welcome, Old Specie!’’? warmly. “What news, sir?’’ ‘“Hlegant, simply elegant.’’ ‘All bagged ?”’ “Hvery mother’s son of them.”’ ‘That is fine.” Gomichoo cS =| (E(e)