Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 71: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. ct 63 The noble mansion, as before, was wrapped in gloom, but it no longer mystified the detective with regard to what. lay nee cn: He knew now. Ben found the door give way before his touch, and they entered. With the gentle closing of the door Ben gave a sigh of relief. The library door was slightly ajar. When they entered, the gentleman athlete was standing there, his hand gripping the back of a chair, and his expressive face a study. His eyes, eager and dilated, were instantly glued _upon the detective’s burden. Was it success or failure? ‘‘Captain, we’re back,’’ said Ben. His manner must have betrayed the true state of affairs to the other, for immediately his face light- ed up. “So I see, Ben—and successful?’’ ‘Ves, b Fa Oe ‘“Good, emphatically good.” Old Specie had not waited to be told, but went over to the lounge, upon which he deposited his life- less burden. Some men would have shuddered at the thought of having been carrying a corpse, but his nerves were made of steel—nothing in the course of human events seemed to disturb them in the least. Removing the mantle so that the girl’s face was revealed, the man stood looking at it steadily, his arms folded across his chest. It was a good chance to study him. Old Specie improved the opportunity. Gomichboo cS (Ele)