Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 29: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

OLD SPECIE. | 21 Jack thinks he must have his holiday when he reaches port, and he has no trouble in finding plenty who are willing to oat him spend his wages ina hurry. Into this bacchanalian scene Old Specie made his way. There were so many present that he was not no- ticed. By degrees he examined those present, looking for the man with the red eyes. Had he found him at once he would have believed himself lucky. Not seeing the fellow, he did not feel very keenly disappointed, nor did he have the least idea of giv- ing up the clew. After awhile he noticed two men slip through a door near the bar. | In his eyes this meant something. Watching his chance he followed suit, at a time when the bartender’s back was turned. He found himself in a small hall-way. At the end was a flight of narrow stairs They led upward. Without the least hesitation he ascended. A dim light burned below, but in the hall above all was darkness. Running against another flight of stairs, the de- - tective once more climbed aloft. Here he had his reward. Under a door he saw a ray of light. Something was going on behind that door that the | law did not approve of. He bent his head. Voices could be heard and sabinen Ae detected, EComicboo cS (Efe)