Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 63: what you’re looking at

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

7 OLD SPECIE. __ 55 had certainly never heard of or run across in his lifetime. With the form of the girl bundled up in his arms he stepped to the door of the sepulcher. Ben lifted the candle. He had just pursed up his lips to blow the light out, when he heard his companion give utterance to anexclamation. _ ‘‘Hello, Ben!’’ ‘*What’s the row?” ‘‘Can’t open the door.’’ Ben believed he meant his arms were so full that he could not use a hand. “Wait; Ill do it.’’ With that he blew the light out. Absolute darkness reigned then. Groping his way to the door Ben got lost, and the first thing he knew he had run against the debris of the old coffins. . As he started away from this point with an oath, he fell over the other casket. ‘What in the name of fury are you doing?’’ de- manded his companion. ‘*Lookin’ for you.”’ ‘“‘T thought you took too many nips at that bottle on the way out. Herelam. See the light through the ventilators above me.”’ ‘“‘And here! I am—where’s the door? I[’ll open it, and we—what in the fiend does this mean?’’ He tugged at the door. It refused to give way. ‘‘Jupiter! we’re locked in the old hole.’’ ‘“‘That’s bad.” ‘“Tt’s awful. How d’ye suppose it happened? Some enemy’s turned the key in the lock.”’ GEomichoo cS €o "ae