Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 184: what you’re looking at

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176 OLD SPECIE. tion with the other case. I have a dim idea that you did not allow my plan to mature. Amy is not dead.” He speaks eagerly now. Seeing that he is cornered, it means a great deal to him if he can escape the fate of a murderer, and such a hope has suddenly sprung up within his breast. There is something in the detective’s manuer that makes him conceive this idea, and he cherishes it fondly. Old Specie cannot help seeing what a change has come over the spirit of his dream, but he somehow feels like tormenting his victim a little ere telling him the truth. Delmar was without mercy a few minutes before, when he thought he held the handles of the plow, so the detective rubs it in. 3 “You gave Miss Caldwell a drug?’ he says. SEV OG= 2? ‘Were you familiar with its working ?”’ ‘‘T was not.’’ “Where did you get it?’’ “There is a man on the Bowery known to the gen- eral public as Doctor Bonaparte.”’ ‘“T have heard of him, and believe the fellow to be as unscrupulous as he is cunning.’’ “You are right there. He gouged me heavily for the little vial of liquid. I might have done as well with chloroform, but his stuff gave out no odor, and was guaranteed to make one look like dead for many hours.”’ “You had directions, of course?”’ “Ves. 99 ‘Did you follow them to the letter?”’ cComicbooks (E(0) 3