Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 122: what you’re looking at

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114 OLD SPECIE. around the tomb that held the mortal remains of his. affianced? In this way he would see the coffin deposited in the tomb. Old Specie went to rest. With the morning he was out again, and a visit to the treasury official proved that things were work- ing beautifully. Some of the arrests had already been made with- out notoriety. In not a single instance had they met with trouble, so well managed was everything. So far, all went well. Without the knowledge of where the workshop of the counterfeiters was located, his labor could not be called finished, and it would be a grave mistake to close up the game with this keystone of the arch wanting. He did not mean it should be. Various duties consumed his time until noon. He found out who the undertaker was, and got into his favor, so that he received the privilege of attending the funeral as his assistant. Very solemn-looking the detective appeared as he went about his task. The funeral services were gone through with, a service read by the pastor of the church to which Miss Caldwell belonged. Then a number of carriages came to take the peo- ple to the train. At the door, as per agreement, the undertaker | turned to -his assistant. “Mr, Doreas, you remain here to gellect the ar- ticles, while I go on out with the body, 33 “Very good, sir,” co -ecomicbooks