Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 70: what you’re looking at

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62 OLD SPECIE. Then came the rattling again over the streets of the great city. Once again the driver had lighted up his side lamps, for there wasa city ordinance compelling this, and he did not want to invite attention to his vehicle just now. They neared the starting point. A clock near by chimed the hour. Five! ‘In very good time,’’ said Ben. “Yes, it’s dark enough yet.”’ The only vehicles they met were the milk wagons delivering their lacteal fluid all over the city, clat- tering along over the stones with the vim of so many fire engines. No wonder people complained. Time will probably bring its changes, and the people see the day when their.milk is delivered in some more silent way, but itis along time coming, and ere that blessed hour arrives, the present genera- tion will no doubt have departed to a country where ‘milk carts and kindred annoyances are unknown. ‘‘Here we are!”’ The carriage drew up at the curb. Any one hearing it would naturally believe it must be a milk wagon. They certainly would not think it worth while to investigate. Ben sprang out. ‘““Give it to me.”’ “No, PU carry it in.’’ “Allright. Pll go ahead and open the door.’’ The carriage at once moved away, leaving them in the darkness on the pavement. Not a soul was stirring near by. reo) = GEomicbooks