Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 170: what you’re looking at

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162 OLD SPECIE. The other started, and his hand played more ner-— vously with the books on the table. “You think you possess valuable information, then—is that the idea, Mr. Jenkins?’’ “You shall judge for yourself,.”’ “What does this relate to?’’ ‘“A certain scene in Scotland.”’ “Ah! go on.’’ “You are interested?”’ ‘‘A little. I desire to see what kind of a guess you might make.” ‘Accident threw me into the company of a man named Sandy MacGregor. Certain things he told. me convinced me that you had a peculiar part in a little drama that was enacted ina lonely mountain district of Scotland years ago—a strange accident where a man supposed to be August Delmar lost. his life, and his companion, yourself, came near doing the same.’ “What do you hint at, Jenkins—that I fee the life of my companion?”’ ‘TIT do not believe you did—at least everything pointed to a terrible accident, and you yourself were pretty far gone when saved.”’ “Then-what do you mean?” “Simply this: You did not rob him of his life, but you stole something else—his name.”’ Caldwell gritted his teeth. “You speak enigmas, but proceed.”’ ‘‘Oh, I intend to. We have much to talk about yet. Now, regarding this strange event that hap- pened in the Highlands. You two were very much alike, and although you found ‘yourself sorely wounded by the fall, you had sense enough to change coats with your dead friend, and when Sandy came “comichooks ((0) 23