Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 194: what you’re looking at

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186 OLD SPECIE. somewhat bewildered—he is not accustomed to scenes such as this. “The coroner must be notified. You will be re- quired to give your evidence, and then the whole thing is done. Here, I will give you ae address now. Hecan hurry it through.”’ So it happens that at twenty minutes after nine Jack Ramsay is chasing down Fifth avenue after a coroner, whom he finds in due course of time, and brings back with him to the mansion of death. A jury is summoned. The coroner knows just where his men are to be found, and at midnight he is hearing evidence. | The whole story is not told. Old Specie does not see the need of that. Enough information is im- parted to prove that Delmar was an impostor, and that he took his own life. Then the jury decide the ‘matter, and the strangers file out of the house. An undertaker next arrives. The body is placed in a box after being embalmed, for Old Specie does not know how long it may have to be kept in evi- dence. All traces of the late tragedy are removed, and when morning comes everything is quiet about the house. The detective’s trail is done, and he feels he has earned a period of rest, though there is no telling how long this may last, for at almost any hour he may receive a telegram ordering him to California or Texas after some rogues at work there. Jack has found a few hours’ sleep on the lounge. He feels as though he must remain asa sort of guardian over Amy, for although not one word of love has yet passed between these two, they under- (ele) comichooks