Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 83: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 15 to have, Benny, my boy. Seems to me they’re of the kind a nightmare’s made of.”’ ‘‘Hang it all, man, what are you up to?”’ Old Specie put one finger on his nose. ‘*Ditto, Ben. What seek you here?’’ ‘‘T left something behind—the key.”’ “Very true, but that.never brought you out here. Truth to tell, man, you thought better of my hint, and decided to take it.’’ ‘"Tain’t so,’? muttered Ben. ‘“‘T know better. I heard what ye said, too. Come, Ben, ye may as well own up.” ‘“Where’s the gal?” The detective was not caught napping. Even in such an incredibly short space of time, and under such peculiar circumstances, he had de- cided to himself shoulder the sole responsibility for the disappearance of Amy. | It was best. In the first place, it would keep this man from learning where she was. Then again it would give him power. “Do. you see any green there, Ben?’’ pointing to his eye. “Not much, I reckon.’’ “Well, don’t take me for a fool,” “You know where the girl is?”’ “Certainly.” ‘You carried her away yourself?’’ Old Specie smiled, and that smile was as good as an affirmation any day. ‘“Confound it, man, I don’t know what keeps me from shooting you at this minute and fastening you up in that coffin.”’ “Well, I do, several things.”’ Gomicbooks:.¢o =|