Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 180: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

172 OLD SPECIE. “Vou have no escape.’’ ‘“Give me time to Say my prayers?’’ ‘*T will.”’ ‘““A thousand thanks. They are long. I shall be three hours in saying them, as I have so much on my soul to confess.’’ ‘“You shall have five minutes. At the end of that time the clock strikes nine, and as the last stroke sounds you die.’’ ‘Look here, man, you are mad. How will you ac-— count for this terrible thing ?’”’ “Let me alone for that. I will create a story of blackmail. Discharge your revolver twice, with a wound for myself, and fasten the weapon in your stiffening hand. [am known and respected, so my word will be taken. You see, you have walked into a trap, my good man. There is no one to blame but yourself. Are you ready?”’ ‘The time is not yet up.”’ ‘*But a minute remains.’’ ‘You have no mercy?’’ ‘As well appeal to the stone Sphinx.”’ “Very well. I shall remember that.’’ “What are you about?”’ Old Specie, as if bent on defying the law laid down by the other, had put one hand into his pocket, but as he does not draw a weapon the man in power does not fire. : Instead his curiosity is aroused. ) The detective seems to be jingling something in his hand, and the sound strikes a cold chill to the heart of the counterfeiter. | In reply Old Specie holds up the objects he has been rattling. They prove to be a pair of steel handcuffs, - GComicboo cS (E(0) aS