Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 149: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 141 Then he set out. When he drew near the neighborhood of the brew- ery, he kept a sharp lookout for his accomplice near by. The tramp hove in sight. A signal passed between the two, and they ap- proached the lone house. The tramp skirted around to the rear door, but here the dog met him, and set up a most tremendous howling. Nothing daunted, John climbed the fence and was soon at the back door. It was a part of his business to open this door with a skeleton key, and make his way into the house. He began operations. Meanwhile, when a certain time had elapsed, the detective was to ring the bell. He knew it was in good order, for Snyder had an- swered it on the preceding night when Delmar came. The specified time elapsed. Old Specie, looking business all over, bustled up and rang the bell. There was no answer. The dog howled savagely, and tore at his chain, but this was nothing new. He would do the same thing if a stray cat dared to walk along the neigh- boring fence. Again he jerked the bell. This time a window was raised. A head came out—a frowsy head that looked as though it had just left a mao : It was Snyder. He looked mad. “What d’ye want down there?’ he demanded, supplementing it with an oath. | Comicbooks (E(@)