Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 73: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 65 CHAPTER IX. TOO LATE. “Then your new comrade served you well. I am glad of it. We have need of such men. Later on we can put him in the way of big money, eh, Ben?” “Just so, captain.”’ There was some more talk. Old Specie felt a roll of bills shoved into his hand, and when he opened it, he found among others a couple of the wonderful counterfeits. This fact convinced him that he had not been mis- taken in his surmise regarding the identity of the gentleman athlete. This was August Delmar, the wonderful counter- feiter, known once as Colonel Blood. His adventures would fill a volume. For years he had vanished, and it was even sup- posed by many that he was dead. When the government detective saw the astound- ing work on the bogus gold certificates, he was at once impressed with the belief that no one save August Delmar could have executed such marvel- ous workmanship. Now he knew it. The more he looked at the man, and noted his character, the stronger grew his conviction that it was Delmar. _ If this were so, the latter’ s disappearance for some years was explained. All the while he had been living in New York un- der an assumed name. Gomichboo cS