Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 68: what you’re looking at

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60 OLD SPECIE. rested during this half hour, were put in motion, — heading toward the distant metropolis. The strange night’s business had been accom- plished. Old Specie was not much nearer an explanation than he had been before. True, he had done what he desired, and gained the good favor of his companion. His own case was materially advanced, and there was now a prospect that the man at the head of the concern would advance him. He wanted this. It was what he worked for. When he gained his end, he could-look back to this night’s work with pride. Other things troubled him. One in particular he could not banish from his mind for five minutes at a time. | This concerned Amy. Who was she? Why did the captain want to ad rid of the lovely girl? Was she an heiress, and would her property go to him in the event of her death? _ These, and dozens of other questions regarding the strange transfer of bodies that had taken place, kept the detective busy.. One thing he had made sure of. _ This was the location of the tomb. Over the iron door he had seen a name in white letters that could be casily read when the moonlight fell upon this side. CALDWELL. He wondered if that was Amy’s name, Comicbooks €o