Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 191: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. - 183 part upon her bounty—and she remembers this now. Jack Ramsay finds it harder to forgive. He remembers all that has happened, and takes solid satisfaction in the thought that this man must now meet his deserts. Delmar leans against the mantel. His face is sullen and dejected, as though earth has lost all beauty for him. In such a frame of mind a man can welcome death as a boon. 3 Old Specie does not like his manner, and grows uneasy over it, feeling that he must get his man to a place of security soon, or something may happen. He speaks a few words to Amy and Jack, and _ his eye is taken from the desperate counterfeiter only five seconds, but that is time enough for August Delmar. One of his hands touches the mantel. He has had his eye upon the cartridges, which the detective ‘placed there after taking them from the revolver, for some time. He takes but a single cartridge, and that is hidden in the palm of his hand, but its possession gives him a thrill of joy, for he now sees a way clear to cheat the government out of the impending revenge. “There are a few things I should like to gather to- gether, sir—papers of value to me. Can you give me five minutes, and then my body will be at your dis- posal.” i | ‘‘Be as speedy as you can,” replies the old treas- ‘ury watch-dog, who does not like the ugly look in the prisoner’s eyes. ‘A thousand thanks.”’ | - Saying this, Delmar strides over again to the table EOMIE 00 S.C