Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 76: what you’re looking at

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68 | OLD SPECIE. It did not take him long to find the hedge. Following their course of the preceding night, he drew near the sepulcher. The hour was early, No one seemed to have been in the cemetery as yet—indeed in all probability the gates had not been opened. When he reached the vicinity of the tomb, he looked around him. Where was the young man? Jack Ramsay had certainly not been killed by the blow dealt by Ben, for he would have been lying here still. . The place that knew him once did so no longer— he was gone. “T’m glad of that’? muttered the detective; ‘‘he seemed to be a worthy young fellow, and I should hate to think he had been killed. I mean to find out more about him in the future.”’’ He little suspected while speaking, how soon he would be anxiously looking for this same young man. Having nothing else to keep him back, he turned toward the tomb, feeling in his pocket for his skel- eton keys. Then he suddenly stood transfixed. No need of the operation now, which he had been about to work. , Having reached the top of the Aioes steps, the iron door of the tomb had come within range of his vision, No wonder he was thunderstruck. That door was ajar. It stood open several inches. Old Specie remembered distinctly the sharp clang that marked its closing by Ben on the previous night. com comicbooks