Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 119: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. ill ous uncle has no doubt forged a will by means of which he expects to inherit all. He meant to pay the latter a visit ere long to see Just what he was up to. Reaching the house after finishing his other busi- ness, he saw a light in a front room above, which he had learned was the apartment of the man who ran the house. Kvidently Delmar had come home after the meet- ing in the old cellar. When the light was extinguished Old Specie be-. heved his man had retired. He might as well do the same. Glancing over the house he detected a dim light burning in a certain room. That was, no doubt, where the young girl lay, still in death. He felt sober at the reflection, and thoughts of the strange scenes that had so recently occurred arose within his mind. Then he turned away. As he did so, he saw the figure of a man upon the opposite pavement. The party seemed to be looking up at the windows of the mansion. He wore no policeman’s uniform, that was cer- tain, but private watchmen were hired in this aristo- cratic neighborhood. This might be one. Old Specie, crouching in the shadow, watched. Presently he saw the man dodge behind a tree and hide there—some vehicle was coming. When it had passed on, the unknown again stood out and resumed his lonely vigil, Old Specie had become interested, Eomicboo €S) com —