Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 131: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 123 matter, and this man was just the party to know how to accomplish it. It had been done. That was enough. Old Specie now knew the man’s full plan, and could arrange to defeat him at it. He was like a general, who, having heard the re- ports of his scouts and spies, sits down to map out the plan of campaign. ‘There is nothing more for me to say, Mr. Cald- well. I came here in good faith, believing my client had a prior right, but that document, if true, seems to give everything to you. J have the honor of bid- ding you good-day, sir,’? and donning his overcoat he departed hastily. ea cet ee ae nS CHAPTER XVII. THE WORK OF THE PRINTING PRESS. The detective now had a little time on his hands, and he devoted it to rest. He expected to make another night of it. If he could only find out the secret place where Delmar kept his press—the work-room of the coun- terfeiters—he would feel that his time had not been wasted. At nine o’clock he was on guard again in the vicinity of the Fifth avenue mansion. Where the owner went he wanted to follow, be. lieving that in this way only could he accomplish his end. | At a quarter to ten the man came out. Old Specie knew his walk. Only for this he would in all probability have been GEomichboo SS (E(@)