Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 47: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 39 What could be intended? To burglarize such a pongins was a bold act, in- deed. They were close to a corner. “You remain here, Caddy, while I go to the cor- ner to see if the carriage is there.”’ 3 Carriage! What under the sun did they want with a car- riage in the game? The detective became more interested. He began to believe something far beyond mere burglary was intended. Crouching in the darkness, where Ben Bolt had left him, he again surveyed the mansion, in front of which they had halted. It seemed to be wrapped in absolute darkness—no, through the closed blinds of one window he caught a streak of light. Was there some one up? Perhaps they were expected. Try as he would he could not make head or tail of the strange game. A little more patience was needed, and then it would all be spread out before him, Footsteps caught his ear. It was Ben returning. The latter presently reached his side. ‘“Tt’s all right—the carriage is there. We have jest six hours afore daylight. Some tall work’s got to be done by that time.”’ Old Specie thought it probable. Of the nature of that work he had not the faintest idea, however. ‘Now, before we goes in, Caddy, it’s only fair I should give ye warning.”’ Comichoo cS (E(@)