Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 155: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPROIE. 147 Into the room sprang the detective, revolver in hand, and his companion was not far behind him either. ) They fully expected to hear the report of a revol- ver, or at least to hear the shout of an infuriated man as he lunged at them with some manner of weapon. Nothing of the kind occurred. The room was empty. Old Specie sprang at once to the window, and looked out on the street. The man might have dropped from this point and escaped unhurt, Had he? A good view up and down the street could be had, and in one direction the waters of the river could be seen. | several men were hurrying from the direction of the brewery. The shots had been heard. Ahead of them came a police officer. He was almost below. It seemed evident that he must have seen Snyder in case the latter clambered out of the window and dropped. **Hello! officer !’’ Ah! there! what’s the row?” ‘Tam a United States officer arresting a notori- ous counterfeiter. Stand guard below and allow no one to enter or leave the house.”’ “Very good.”’ That was a rare bit of good fortune. Old Specie, convinced that his man had not gone out this way, turned his attention to the interior of the room. comic boo cS =| co