Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 172: what you’re looking at

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164 OLD SPECIE. or at least hoped that he had not seen it, owing to the hurried manner in which you had him buried.”’ ‘‘All these things you speak of happened a good many years ago, my man.”’ “Very true.”’ “Such evidence could never be received in court. The body has long since crumbled to dust, and my | word is worth a dozen from such as poor old Sandy, who could, no doubt, be induced to say black was white for a flask of good Scotch whisky. If thisis — the great news you have in store for me the sooner you take your departure the better. I laugh at your threats. I am Lawrence Caldwell, and nota dollar do I pay a blackmailer.”’ ‘“You anticipate.’”’ “Why, your pace is toorapid. I havea little more to tell concerning things that have a bearing upon your life, man.’’ Again that gray, ashy shade crept over the fea- tures of the other. He may have seen the hand of fate hovering above his devoted head just then—perhaps the hand- writing on the wall was beginning to make its dread meaning legible to him. ‘‘Ah! you promised to make the evening interest- ing to me—go on, Jenkins,’’ he said, with a forced effort at appearing careless. “Yes, you gave up the theater for my company, and I feel as though I ought to supply you with the needed entertainment. We have all the elements of a first class comedy here, and you shall play the heavy villain.’’ “Thanks, awfully.”’ “EOmIicboo gS) (E(0) =|