Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 163: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 155 It might even be possible that he would bring his client along if that party reached town. From this it will be seen that Old Specie was ar- ranging a nice little Spe his own for the benefit of Caldwell. He meant to give the other a surprise. There were things connected with the latter’s life that the world did hot know—affairs even beyond the treachery he had shown toward the young girl known as his niece. Old Specie had found a clew, and believed he knew the circumstances under which this August Delmar suddenly stepped into the shoes of Lawrence Cald- well, Amy’s uncle. Thus he meant to spring a mine upon the plotter, and overwhelm him in the ruins. He dealt with a desperate man. No one knew this better than the detective. - Under such circumstances he was not the one to let a chance slip him where he could gain a point. When he had completed his disguise, and was ready to sally forth, he selected a pair of steel brace- lets from a lot he had. These were intended for Delmar. He had eluded such ornaments for a long time, but his hour was near. It was now a quarter after seven. In five minutes the government detective was in a restaurant, engaged in pai tone the inner man for the time being. He did not waste much more than ten minutes in this occupation, when he was once more on the street, bound up town. At eight he reached the corner of Broadway and Fourteenth street. cS (Efe) Eomichboo