Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 53: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 45 my trust digs his own grave. You have your orders, Ben. Go.”’ “You'll be up waiting for us?” ‘‘Undoubtedly. There’s no sleep for me to-night.”’ ‘‘T never failed ye before. Come, Caddy, bring her out.to the vehicle.’’ ~ Old Specie found the young girl no light weight, as She was no fairy; but he was a strong man, and accomplished his task. A hack stood before the door. The lamps were lighted, but no numbers could be seen on them. Ben held open the carriage door. The detective with his burden entered. He placed the silent figure, bundled in the mantle, upon the back seat, allowing her head to rest in the - corner, then sat beside her. Ben entered. | He had not said a word to the driver, who un- doubtedly knew the business he had been hired for, having been posted beforehand. Away they rattled. Old Specie noted one fact to begin with—they were heading north. So long as the vehicle danced alone over the cob-— blestones of the city, talking was useless. The detective sat and pondered. He would have given much to have known the real facts in the case, so that he might govern his actions accordingly. However, he contented himself with the reflection that gradually the truth would be drawn out. It could not long remain a mystery while he worked at the case. | At length they crossed the Harlem River. Gomicboo cS (ele)