Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 65: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 57 They were built upon a peculiar model, and just suited to the work in hand. It took Old Specie just two minutes, and then he had accomplished his end. “Open sesame.”’ | The door flew back on its hinges. “Good DOW: Caddy. I love ye more yet. By the powers, ye’re handy to have around the house.”’ “Give me the girl.” He took the burden, and walked up the steps. Ben waited only long enough to clang the iron door and bounded up after him. As he did so he heard voices. His comrade was no longer alone. | A dark form had sprung out of the bushes and confronted the detective just as he left the upper step behind him. CHAPTERR VIII. MEPHISTOPHELES. “Who are you, and what do you want in this sa- cred place?’”’? demanded the dark figure, suddenly. ‘“Jupiter!’? exclaimed the detective, surprised at this unexpected rencontre. ‘“Wretch, you came out of that tomb where she lies, my darling. What have you in your arms? My soul—it is—I believe—villain, accursed villain, have you dared lay a rude hand on her sacred form? I will tear your black heart out. I will rend you limb from limb with the strength of a Hercules.’”’ He sprang at Old Specie with the fury of a mad- man, and it certainly looked as though he was about to put his threat into execution. Gomilcboo ‘S (E(0) =|