Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 48: what you’re looking at

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-A0 OLD SPECIE. “Just so.”” Be “T ain’t going to tell ye what the affair is. You'll find out all you’re wanted to know as we go along. What I want to warn ye against is any undue curi- osity. Take things as ye find ’em, do as ye are told, and I’m sure the boss’ll see in you a man after his own heart.”’ . “Count on me, comrade. You’ve seen I could keep a quiet tongue already.” “So [have. Come along.’’ To the surprise of the detective Ben proceeded di- rectly up the broad steps of the mansion. Burglars generally crept around to the rear, or forced an entrance through a basement window— this was the most surprising act for a burglar that he had ever seen. Perhaps these gentry were learning new tricks in the last year or two. One of them must have been the procuring of night keys to save the labor of forcing a door with bar and jimmy, for Ben» Bolt, upon arriving at the top of the stone steps, took such a convenient little article from his pocket, and inserted it in the key- hole of the night latch. The door silently opened. “Step in.” Old Specie did so. The hall was dark. He could not see anything at first, but presently — his eye was attracted toward a delicate pencil of light that seemed to be under a door. No doubt beyond this lay the room where he had seen the light. | By this time Ben had managed to quietly close the © front door. cComicbooks.co 3