Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 20: what you’re looking at

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12 OLD SPECIE. Ten had now passed. Looking in, he saw the cashier alone in his office at the rear, the gas being lighted there. Suspecting something wrong, the detective imme- diately presented himself before Merwin. ‘Did he go out?”’ ‘Tl don’t understand. sir?’’ “Ah, Mr. Merwin, you fail to recognize me.”’ ‘‘Confusion! are you the detective?”’ “Yes, but what became of the man with the red eyes?’’ ‘“He went out.”’ : “Certainly he did not pass me. I watched the door.”’ “The duse you say, sir. He asked me about the stick, and I muttered something about it being in the corner. Thanking me, he withdrew.’ “Mr. Merwin, is there any other way out of this building than the front door?”’ | “Yes, sir. Do you see that small door yonder?”’ AG i Aol “It leads to the side street.”’ ‘“'That’s how I lost him; it shows the fellow is constantly on his guard.’”’ The detective left the store and sauntered along South street, where a tide of humanity flowed. He had been beaten in the first round, but was all the more determined to succeed in the end. CHAPTER II. THE WRONG MAN. Small things like this did not give him anv uneasi- ness. ~ (e (0) comicboo gS) S