Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 174: what you’re looking at

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166 OLD SPECIE. “Well, I told you I had heard from that child, that he was my client, and a man grown. Ihave come to correct that statement.”’ “Oh, you have.” “The child was a girl.”’ “Ts it possible?”’ “She has been living near this place all these years, living in comparative poverty, while her * younger sister rolled in wealth.” “That was exceedingly rough.”’ “Your tone implies doubt, but I shall remove all that from your mind soon. I have seen this girl, my dear sir.’’ | “Then she is living ?”’ ‘No, poor Florence is dead.”’ “That is sad. How is she to profit then by this re- markable discovery of yours?”’ | “She cannot, but you look uneasy, my dear sir,”’ He was right. The man not only looked so, but felt decidedly so, for the mention of the dead Flor- ence had given him a shock. He began to fear that this strange Jenkins, who seemed to know so much, might have penetrated into this dead secret of his, and that his beautiful. plans might be tumbled down like a castle of blocks on the nursery floor. , ‘‘Never mind my looks. I can take care of my- self, and don’t you forget it. Tell me more of these wonderful discoveries of yours.’’ | | ‘‘T learned several strange things in the course of my researches. In the first place, you had visited the home of Florence before and after her death. You knew she had heart trouble, and was likely to pass away without a moment’s warning. Do you admit that?’ (E(0) =| GEomicbooks