Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 45: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. © Lie Nee! 37 tective’s life for the last twenty years would have a book well calculated to cause a profound sensation, for he had been connected with many government affairs that had been kept a dead secret from the public. They sauntered out of the place. Ben Bolt took his arm in a confidential way, and thus they walked along the street. Being ready for almost anything, the detective manifested no undue anxiety over what was com- ing. He believed Ben had been given an outside job by his employer, and that, needing help, he had seized upon the most available man. This was éxactly the case. The other soon took him toa station of the ele- vated road, and they rode up town. Not a word had yet been uttered regarding the nature of the business. More than once the detective found his compan- ion looking at him in a peculiar way. Analyzing that look, he finally made it out to be genuine admiration. “Well, you area good un, Caddy,’’ the other at length exclaimed. ‘“How so?”’ “Nota blessed question have ye asked about the _ business we’re on.”’ ‘‘All in good time, comrade.”’ ‘Douse my glim, man, I like you—that’ s flat. I believe we'll make a great team.’ ‘Wait and see.’ ‘“We’re nearly there. I won’t be dumb much - longer.”’ Gomichboo cS