Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 187: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. ~ 179 “All this was done in a hurry?” ‘Without five seconds’ thought. Ben was too close at hand to admit of it.’’ ‘Tell me, then, how came the casket to be empty. Where was the body you put in it in place of Flor- ence?”’ | ) Triumphantly he shoots this question at the amused detective, who smiles. “T knew you had your mind set on that, Delmar. Your suspicions are well founded. In reply to your question I said that I found nothing living in the casket, nor did I, for it was empty when I arrived.” ‘“Yes, some one had been before me, and rescued Amy Caldwell.”’ ‘‘RBen?”’ ‘No, he believes to this hour that I have her hid- den away, ready to produce when we agree the time is ripe to tackle you.”’ “Then who could it be?’’ “Did he tell you of our trip?”’ Ss 0 Y— ode “The encounter with a young man named Jack Ramsay in the cemetery, whom Ben knocked sense-: less when we rushed away, I carrying the form of Florence in my arms?”’ ‘He even detailed that event.”’ ‘When Jack recovered his senses his first thought was with regard to Florence. He wondered if what he had seen could have been a terrible dream. So he plunged into the tomb—Ben had left the key in the door—and opened the casket. ‘Te found one whom he took to be his Florence there, and was wild with delight to discover signs of life in the lovely face. cS Gomichboo co