Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 162: what you’re looking at

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154 OLD SPECIE. During the latter part of it the detective put ina few good hours at sleep. His rest was broken so much that he had Fallen into a singular way. When necessary he could force himself to sleep even beyond ordinary hours. It was much after the manner of the native In- dian before starting upon the war-path cramming himself with food, because he could not be certain when the chance to eat would come to him again. When he awoke darkness lay around him. Old Specie heaved a sigh of relief. Lighting a lamp he again looked at his timepiece to make sure that he had not by some accident over- slept himself. Seven o’clock had been the hour at which he de- sired to awaken, and it lacked just two minutes of that time now. This seemed to be another peculiarity of the won- derful man, who controlled the hold nature had upon him, like an engineer might the great machine he managed. — He now proceeded to dress. Every appliance was at hand that one could need in transforming the looks of a man, and he made oood time. In a few minutes it became evident that he meant to take a character in which he had already made his mark. Lawyer Jenkins! He had sent a message to Caldwell to the effect that he would be up between eight and nine on this night to have a talk upon matters connected with his client’s case. Eomicbooks.¢o “3