Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 176: what you’re looking at

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168 OLD SPECIE. CHAPTER XXIII. THE DANGEROUS TEETH WERE DRAWN. Bending across the library table so that his glit- tering eyes could catch the orbs of the man who sat there so calm and collected, he gritted between his set teeth: ‘‘Curse you for a meddler, how much of this busi- ness do you know??’’ As cool as a cucumber, Old Specie stroked his chin, and quietly replied: ABA Rahs “That is impossible, unless you are the devil him- self; it 1s impossible.”’ ‘I lay no claim to being Satan, or possessing any of his attributes, but I do declare that I know cer- tain things connected with your life that gives me a good pull in this quarter.”’ ‘“Are you a wizard?”’ ‘Well, men have sometimes pailed me one, but I reckon all I ever learned I worked for.’’ “You are a detective, then?”’ “What’s the use denying it?”’ Delmar had great difficulty in repressing his emo- tion, for he realized now that in all probability he was cornered. One hope remained. He judged others by himself. Hence he believed every man had his price if one - could only reach it. He believed that this party was working the game for what it was worth, and could be bought off in the end. Gomicboo SS) CO =}