Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 130: what you’re looking at

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vy OLD SPECIE. The result was speedily proven. A drawer opened. This had been hidden in a way that defied ordin- ary scrutiny. It seemed to contain a number of papers. One of them he selected. Like the rest, it was folded flat. Opening it, he came toward the lawyer. “Glance at that, Mr. Jenkins.”’ He still held on to it, as though the document was too precious to let go out of his grasp. Old Specie looked at it. He saw a will, legally drawn up, witnessed by two parties, and signed with the full name of the young girl, Amy Caldwell. “That seems to settle the business.’’ “T think so,’’ returned Caldwell, coolly. ‘‘By the way, who are these witnesses?’ “The two girls in the house.”’ ‘“‘And the date of the wall?’’ ‘‘Setember 30th.’ ‘This year?”’ LYS; The detective desired those points. He believed the will was forged. Of course it did not matter a particle, since the young girl was alive any way, but he was curious to know how her signature had been obtained. Perhaps this man had not forged it. He might have drugged Amy, just enough to cause her to pay no attention to what she was sign- ing, and then pasted some ordinary document over the blank paper to be afterward made in the form of a will. , There were cunning ways of getting around the Eomicbooks (E(0) =}