Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 167: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 159 A servant replied. Undoubtedly the girl had her orders. She asked his name. When he gave that of Jenkins, the door was im- mediately held open. ‘“Step into the library.’’ He proceeded to do so. At a glance hé saw the room was empty. “Your master is not here.” “T’ll go up and call him. Be seated.” ‘He is expecting me?’’ ‘Yes, sir.” The detective sat down. He heard the girl running up stairs. No sooner had she gone than he was on his feet, as if by magic. In the middle of the library stood a handsome table, upon which lay some books and current maga- > mines. These were seemingly carelessly arranged, and yet the keen eyes of the detective noted certain facts in connection with the manner of their accumula- tion, and the presence of Caldwell’s chair just be- yond. 7 In an instant he was bending over the table. His sharp eyes discovered a fact that might easily have escaped a less keen vision. There was a.drawer to the table, This was open a few inches. He drew it out farther. What he saw did not surprise him in the least, for he was prepared. A revolver lay within. The hammer was drawn back, and the deadly Eomicbooks.co =|