Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 51: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 43 These men carried on a singular deal, and _ the so- lution of the mystery could not come any too soon to suit him. So he quietly fell in their rear, and advanced until the portal of the connecting denn had been passed over, when there opened before him. a sight that caused him some uneasiness. CHAPTER VI, THE CITY OF THE DEAD. The room itself seemed to be a parlor. It was elegantly furnished. Money could hardly purchase more Ee oi than lay here. Old Specie had been around some, and even looked upon the splendor of the Vanderbilt mansions, so he was not the one to be taken aback. His attention, after that one sweeping: glance around, was riveted upon a certain object in the center of the room. This was nothing more nor less than the appa- rently lifeless form of a young girl. She lay back in an easy chair, her head resting on the stuffed arm. As the candle light fell upon her face it was seen to be one of remarkable beauty, but pale as wax, and with the eyes closed as in sleep. | Old Specie scented a terrible mystery. Some crime had been done here. The girl had perhaps been murdered, and now they desired to get her out of the way. Old campaigner as he was, he shuddered at the possibility of such a thing. Gomichboo Ss) (e(0)