Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 46: what you’re looking at

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38 OLD SPECIE. Old Specie was curious, of course, to know the na- ture of this wild goose chase in which he had volun- teered to take a part. At the same time he had been wise enough to keep this natural feeling down. Something seemed to tell him he was in for a strange adventure, however. They left the elevated at an up town station. Five minutes’ walk took them into the region of brown stone houses. Old Specie had imagined several things, as the aim of this expedition. | Now he began to realize that these were out of the way entirely. — A new thought came. This man was about to play the part of a burglar, and break into some house, The detective did not fancy the move, but he would exercise his judgment about it. Perhaps the game was simply one to try his nerve and see how far he would go. | He did not forget the grand object in view, and rough as the road might be leading to this goal, he meant to pursue it. Ben’s actions now told that they were in the neighborhood of their destination. He looked up and down the street. It seemed to be all clear. Not a soul in sight. Fortune evidently favored them. ‘‘Here we are,’’ said Ben. They had halted ; in front of an elegant mansion, which had a double width, taking up the space gen- erally devoted to two. Old Specie surveyed it with wonder, Comicboo ‘s.com