Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 183: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 175 ‘Can you not guess?’’ ‘“How should 1?”’ ‘“Murder.”’ ‘‘Nonsense! that is all bosh,’’ but as he speaks he turns deadly pale, and his slender white fingers work convulsively at his throat, as though some- thing were choking him. ‘You forget that I was with Ben Bolt.’ “That affair—thén I am undone, indeed,’ and he looked about him, not as one seeking a means of es- cape, but as though he would find some means of ending his desperate career. —S eee eee CHAPTER XXIV. HOW IT WAS DONE. The wretched man finds no solace. He has been run to earth, and even the privilege — of taking his own life seems denied. Again he faces his tormentor, and with a last great effort endeavors to appear calm. “Vou know all about that affair, then, old man, and as you participated in it, you will be held re- sponsible in part for the girl’s death.”’ “Well put, Delmar: Listen tome now. The game has reached a point where there is no longer need of my deceiving you. Youare inthe trap, EHscape is impossible, and before an hour goes by you will be in a cell adjoining your comrade, Snyder.”’ “Then he is really caught?” -“T attended to that myself. Where do you think the fellow hid himself? Up a chimney, and I had to pull him down by the leg.”’ “Then you have something to tell me in connec- Eomichoo cS (Ele)