Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

OLD SPECIE. 9 “Was this the only gold certificate in the ac- count?”’ ‘“The only one.”’ ‘It will be easier to trace, then. Are there any points you want me to know, sir?’’ ‘‘At present I have none. It is all a perfect blank. I can hardly ‘believe the bill is counterfeit, which makes it the more dangerous. Spare no means to hunt the authors of it down as speedily as possible. ’’ ‘“‘T will see you again, Mr. Gillam. You will let me have this bill?” © “Certainly. ’’ ‘““Good-day, sir.’’ The strange man went out of the treasury build- ing, with this meager information, dependent upon his own wits in order to build up a theory, and trace the cunning counterfeiters to their secret lair. Within the half hour he entered a store down near the Kast River. Passing back to the office he entered it. A gentlemanly looking fellow was perched upon a high stool, working at the books. He looked up. “Ts your name Merwin?’’ “Yes, what can I do for you?”’ “Vou make up the deposit for bank?’’ “Certainly, sir.’’ “That was your amount yesterday?”’ showing him the slip of paper. “Yes, but what in the duse——”’ “Mr. Merwin, I am a government detective. In the amount you deposited was this twenty dollar gold certificate. Itisa cleverly executed counter- feit note, sir.”’ | “Good Heavens! I—you suspect——’’ GEomicbooks (elo) =}