Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 127: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

OLD SPECIE. — 119 ‘Vou have had a sad business here this bright day, Mr. Caldwell.” “Very.” “Tt must be hard for a beautiful young girl such as your niece was accounted by every one—it must be hard to close the eyes upon the world forever. In old people we do not have the same feelings, they have lived their time, and it is fit they should fall, but a young——’’ ‘Pardon me—l am tired; will you come to the point at once?’ ‘With pleasure, Mr. Caldwell.” “Well, what do you want?’’ “Simply justice. ”’ ‘Justice !”’ The man started as though alarmed. He had conceived a terror for that word, well knowing that if justice had its way with him he would soon feel the halter draw. It was not Old Specie’s intention to alarm him un- necessarily. That would be poor policy. “JT represent the heirs of Miss Caldwell.” “Heirs!” “Certainly. Did you not know she had a brother who for many years was supposed to have been dead? Well, Julian is alive. He has telegraphed to me to take ‘charge of the matter, and push his claims.”’ The other seemed puzzled. _ A brother, you say?’ “Yes, sir, Julian Harris Caldwell, twenty-three years of age, and on the way here from Omaha, to push his claims.”’ “This ig news to me,” GOmiile ayo (0) SS) (G (0) oe