Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 80: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

72 OLD SPECIE. If Amy’s life could only be saved, all might yet be well. He concluded his line of action. It took in a search of the immediate neighbor- hood, to see whether the young man had taken the girl to some cottage. | Deciding thus, he left the coffin, and was about to pass out of the tomb when he halted. A peculiar dry cough reached his ears. He knew it well. It told him that there was fun ahead, for sly Ben Bolt was in the vicinity. CHAPTER X. A WONDERFUL TRANSFORMATION. Whatever was done must be accomplished in an exctedingly small space of time, for Ben was very close at hand. @uick as thought the detective partly closed the door, leaving it ajar and nothing more. He would have liked to have shut it, only he thought that sharp click of the lock would be sure to reach the other’s ears. So he refrained. Instead, he raised the lid of the coffin, and crawl- ing into the receptacle, pulled the lid over. A casual glance would reveal nothing out of the way about the thing. Of course, should Ben investigate, he might—well, receive a shock: In the next minute of time the old detective seemed to think of nearly everything. He knew he could get out if Ben locked the door gS) (E(@) cComicbhoo