Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 79: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. | 71 No doubt he had sprung to his feet with a cry of horror, and made for the tomb door. Here the key in the lock invited him in. He entered. The coffin was fastened up, but he had discovered the screw-driver on the steps. This gave color to all his worst suspicions. He would not be deceived by the weight—these grave-yard ghouls often filled a casket with stones or lead to deceive. Perhaps he had some matches with him, and by the aid of these was enabled to. work. At any rate, he had managed to get the lid off and see what lay therein. His emotions at seeing Amy must have been singular indeed. He could not conceive that it was other than his Florence, even though he now found her face with color in it. Old Specie could easily imagine the poor fellow’s frantic joy when he discovered signs of life-in the slender figure before him. What he had done then could only be left to imagination, for it seemed folly to believe that any man in his senses would have picked the girl up as she was, and ran off in the cool night air with her. Whether he had done this or not, she was cer- tainly gone. : Old Specie had no reason to doubt it. He believed the mystery could be explained. Once find Jack Ramsay, and in all probability the young girl would be discovered, too Where was he to look? He stood there with knit brows, pondering. (E(0) Comicbooks