Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 164: what you’re looking at

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156 OLD SPECIE. The electric ights of the square were gleaming like great planets above the trees now about desti- tute of foliage. He expected to meet some one here, and in this he was not disappointed. Two figures stood near by. They appeared to be a gentleman and a lady, the latter being heavily veiled. Old Specie walked up to them. “On time, Jack.”’ ‘““Ah! is that you, sir. We’ve been here at least ten minutes,’’ returned the other, who was no other than Jack Ramsay. His companion we can certainly have no trouble in placing—everything went to prove her to be Amy Caldwell, the young girl who had beem so treacher- ously dealt with by the man who claimed to be her uncle. She was now on the road to a reckoning, and ere another day dawned the man who had not hesitated to imperil her life in order to further his schemes would be made to see the error of his ways, and realize how hard is the path traveled by the trans- oressor. The detective turned to her. “Vou are feeling well, I trust, Miss Amy?” ‘“Yes, indeed, sir,’’ she replied, cheerily. “And you do not fear to trust ous Lorwunes 2 in my keeping to-night?”’ “Why should I, after what you have already done forme? l[rely upon you fully.’’ “Thank you. I promise solemnly that before three hours have gone by this man, who has plotted against you, will be in safe keeping, unmasked and =| Gomicbooks.¢co