Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 19: what you’re looking at

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

OLD SPECIE, 11 “Good-day.”’ ‘“‘By the way, after the man went away I found he had left his cane on my desk—a peculiar one, too. l expected he would return for it, but he hasn’t come yet.’’ ‘“Let me see the cane.’ It was a peculiar one, and no doubt might be highly valued as a memento of some event in the past. else send for it. Be sure that you take no notice of him if he does.”’ **] will remember, sir.”’ ‘“Meanwhile I will have some one on hand here to follow him.’’ A change came over the cashier’s face. “You'll have to be quick about it, then.”’ “Why so?” ‘‘Because the man with the red eyes is coming through the store now—I saw him enter.’’ “That is enough.’ Remember, don’t even look at him twice. I’m off.’’ As the detective passed out of the office he came face to face with a man about to enter. He glanced at him as though casually. Kvery feature of the other’s face was indelibly stamped upon his mind. The cashier had described him truly. “While in the body of the store, which was dimly lighted, Old Specie made a few quick changes in his appearance, for which he was always prepared. As he emerged from the building one would not dream it was the same man. He waited five minutes. Strange that the man did not come. — “IT think myself he’ll either come for that cane or (c(o) =} Eomicbooks