Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 177 of 220
Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 177: what you’re looking at
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OLD SPECIE. =e 66D After all, then, it was a mere money matter, and could be settled thus. ‘“You spoke of Florence. Tell me distinctly what you know of her?”’ ‘‘T know that you had ne body taken to the house, and Amy carried away in a senseless condition to the tomb.”’ The astonished Delmar uttered an oath. “Will you tell me how you know this?”’ “Do you remember aman Ben Bolt brought with him to assist in the work?”’’ “The old sailor?”’ “VYes—Caddy Cole.’ “Then he betrayed us, fiends take him. It was he who told you this.”’ ‘““Worse than that.’’ ‘How worse?”’ ‘“T had the honor to be Caddy Cole myself.”’ Delmar fell back in his chair. ~ He could only glare at the other. Specks of froth seemed to gather in the corners of his mouth, as though he were near the stage when madness comes stalking upon the scene in all its hideousness. It had been bad enough before, but now seemed infinitely worse. A minute passed. Then in a measure he recovered his coolness, and with an effort again faced the inevitable, glaring at the wonderful man who seemed to be so dextrously casting the web about him. ‘You have taken me by surprise, and stormed my outpost. I see no way in which the fortress can be saved. Nothing remains but capitulation, What are the terms?’’ Eomicbooks ((0) =|