Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 109: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. ; 101 Having considered the matter over in his mind, Ben had concluded that he might as well be in the game as not, especially since the other seemed wil- ling to do the work. It was good. ‘Then, from what you know of this Cole, you would recommend him as a new member of the brotherhood, Ben?’’ Ben Bolt hesitated. ““Yes,’’ he said, finally. ‘Then we'll put him through to-night, but if you have the least doubt of him, go slow. You know what it means to get a man in who might betray us. 23 Again Ben’ s reply was drowned. More talk followed. The detective caught afew sentences that were interesting, but did not learn anything concerning the hiding-place where the league met, which was the information he sought. He knew, then, that he would have to follow them up if he desired to gain his end. They made a move as if to go. Old Specie was back in the room before one could count twenty. He did not mean to lose sight of his men. They might lead him a long chase, but he would get there in the end. As before, they made for the river, then changed their minds, and walked down South street. The hour was getting late. Not many people were abroad. Passing a policeman on the corner, Ben saluted him with a familiar laugh. ‘How are ye, Bobby?”’ GOMICcboo SS) co 3