Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 78: what you’re looking at

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70 OLD SPECIE. Such was the haste of this party that he had not waited to arrange things decently. The detective pushed the lid aside. As he suspected, the coffin was empty. Here was a pretty kettle of fish. What could be done? Who had been here? Old Specie’s first suspicion went to the man with whom he had come here. : Was it Ben Bolt? He had believed the other, deep down in his mind, was revolving the chances of saving the girl and having a future hold on his employer. One thing stood in his way. This was lack of time. He had parted from the other when their business was done. Since that time Old Specie had made use of every minute in coming out here. indeed it was utterly impossible that any one could have reached this point quicker. Hence, Ben Bolt was out of the question. Who then? The young man—Jack Ramsay. Old Specie was at once convinced that this was the guilty party. He tried to picture it all. some time after they left, Jack had probably re- covered his senses. His first act was to sit up and stare around him in the greatest wonder. How had he come here? Was it all a terrible dream? Then suddenly it flashed upon his mind that all the things he recoiled from were true. S Gomi1cboo (E(e)