Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 44: what you’re looking at

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36 OLD SPECIE. ‘Hello, there. Ah. Mr. Bolt, is 1t you? Ac- quainted, Billy—my friend, Ben Bolt,’’ and he in- troduced the bartender just as though he were an old friend. It gave him prestige with Ben. They chatted a few minutes, Then Billy was called off to wait upon some thirsty pilgrim, and Ben Bolt took advantage of the opportunity to ask: ‘““Concluded to go in with me, Caddy ?”’ ‘*Reckon as how I said I would, and I don’t never change my mind for nothing.”’ ‘‘Glad to hear it, comrade, ~Here’s another of the same sort. We'll makea RESwY, team.’’ ‘“W hat’s the fae pis IT ain’t a goin’ to tell here. You come along with me, to where we can talk quiet like, and you’ll hear somethin’ about it.’’ This suited the detective. | The sooner he got away from the dance house the better he would be pleased. It meant that he would be so much nearer ac- complishing his object. Of course he could not guess what the other meant to propose, but Old Specie, in order to gain a foot- ing in the gang, was ready to help him in almost anything short of taking a human life. His business was such that he had to dissemble and play a part. In this he was given the privilege of even appear- ing to be as bad as the men he hunted. It was no new experience for him to occupy such a position. His past was full of such events. The man who could write up this cond ape de- com Gbooks: co