Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 13: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. CHAPTER I BUSINESS FOR OLD SPECIE. “Ts Mr. Gillam in?’’ The treasury clerk in the United States Sub- Treasury, New York, looked at the speaker with a smile. He saw one who appeared to be a relative of Josh W hitcomb—a regular Down East countryman, with hayseed in his hair, and a genial smile upon his ruddy face. ‘‘He is in, but engaged.”’ ‘“‘T want to see him.’’ ‘‘Impossible, at present.’’ “Will ye take him my card?’’ “Oh, yes, I suppose so.”’ The old fellow took outa card and handed it to the clerk, who, as he turned away, glanced at the bit of pasteboard he held. There was a name on it: ANTHONY SWANZY. In a corner were three letters—X, Y, Z, Their meaning was mysterious, cComicbooks