Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 195: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 187 stand each other, and the future holds much that is bright and joyous for them in common. It seems perfectly natural for Jack to transfer ‘se love from the dead to the living, for Amy will always seem Florence to him. With the new day the government detective has- tens to the house of the official to whom he makes his report, and when Mr. Gillam hears what he has accomplished, he squeezes the hand of Old Specie most heartily. It is a wonderful piece of work. The whole gang have been taken in the trap, besides the dangerous instruments with which they did their work—the marvelous plates—so that the treasury officials have no further cause for alarm on account of the bogus gold certificates. Compliments pour in on the detective, but he does not mind them, going about his work as though it were an every day occurrence to gather in such a nest of rogues. Delmar is buried. Amy sees to it that he is de- cently interred in a cemetery, for he has always been kind to her up to the time of his awful plot. The legal proceedings against Snyder and the gang are put through with a rush, and they receive va- _ rious sentences, from fifteen years down to five, ac- cording to their merit. It is a clean sweep. None are left to form a nucleus for a new hive. Even Ben Bolt goes in for eight years, and is greatly taken aback to learn during the trial that the man he had taken such a fancy to, the old sailor man, Caddy Cole, was no other than the detective who had devoted his energies to run- ning the gang to earth. The trial is ao advertised extensively, for the SS) €Oo comicboo