Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 132: what you’re looking at

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124 | OLD SPECIE. unable to decide that it was the man, for he was quite effectually disguised. Now the tun began. He had to track Delmar, and a suspicious man at that. No man was better fitted for the task. He made it a success, and finally saw his man vanish in an old building. It was situated near the river. Next to it was a lumber-yard, and close Dy: on ie | other side a brewery. Here they worked all night. Men were talking in the yard, washing beer kegs, and tending the fires. A fragrance of hops was in the air, much more pleasant than the usual odor one receives along the river front. Old Specie surveyed the house. _ Some one lived in it, for Delmar had rung a bell and been admitted. Not knowing any other reason why the man should come here, the detective was Peau certain that he had treed his coon. He was not yet ready to knock the animal down to the dogs below. That would come later. He made a circuit of the house. In doing so he learned several things. There was no light to be seenin the back or front so far as he could see. The noise of the brewery close by, lasting day and night, year in and year out, was a splendid thing to deaden any little sounds which might proceed from a printing press. On the whole, Old Specie did not see that a better. =} Gomicbooks.¢o