Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 60: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

by OLD SPECIE. Had they been sisters it could not nave been more marked. “Surprised, eh, Caddy?’’ ‘‘T am, indeed.”’ “Look alike, don’t they?”’ “Sisters?” “No relation as I ows on. Captain says so, at any rate. Now, this one in here, Florence her name was, must come out.”’ : It semed like desecration to see that rough and evil man take the mortal remains of that young cirl out of the casket. The detective boiled with indignation. He was tempted to let the case go, and break up this dark game in its inception. Second thought was best. He restrained himself. , Since it had gone this far he might as well see the thing through. So he waited. : ‘‘Now, Florence that was is out, and Amy that is must go in—understand?”’ There could be no mistaking him. Old Specie, without delay—for he dreaded to have this rough man’s hands touch her—laid the living oirl in the coffin. His feelings, as he gazed upon her there, were be- yond analysis. ‘“Now put the lid on.” “Be you going to leave her here: pee ‘Exactly.’ ib d00KS like the captain wanted her out of the way.’ ‘““He’s playing some big game. I don’t pretend to understand it, and don’t care to.” ‘comicbooks (Ele)