Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 74: what you’re looking at

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66 OLD SPECIE. Shaving off his once luxuriant side whiskers, and dyeing both hair and mustache black, had indeed al- tered the blonde colonel, so that his most intimate friend of the past might easily have passed him by unrecognized in the street. There was much to be learned concerning his po- sition here—how he came to be a gentleman of ease and fortune—what relation he bore to the young girl he had doomed to such a terrible fate—all these things there were to discover in the near future. Just now the detective was anxious to leave the place. He had a duty to perform. It was necessary that he should make all possible haste in order that success might come, and a hu- man life be saved. Under these circumstances, therefore, it was with pleasure that he saw Ben Bolt making preparations to depart. They were soon out on the pavement. The first gleam of coming day could be seen in the eastern heavens. “Which way?” asked the detective. ‘‘T’m off to my den to sleep.’’ ‘‘T have a hole, too, where I can put in about five hours sleep.’’ ‘“‘Shall I see you to-night, Caddy ?”’ ‘Same place?’’ Vag “You said you was a-goin’ to put me in a way to make a pile.’’ ‘And Pll do it, man. What ye done this night convinces me you’re just the fellow I’ve been look- in’ for a long time back.”’ ‘“Why not give me an ijee of it now?” (€(0) GComicbooks =|