Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 89: what you’re looking at

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»_ OLD SPECIE. 81 They were soon outside the cemetery, and heading _ for the lower station. Old Specie knew Ben must have been on the same train with himself, and had left it at this station be- low, which accounted for his being ten minutes be- hind at the tomb. He did not want to speak upon the subject, for, naturally enough, Ben would begin to wonder how the other could have gotten out there so quickly, and going from one thing to another, would finally reach the conclusion—and a true one, too—that Cole could not have had time to carry Amy Caldwell away. When they reached the BYaOn a train was just coming up. They entered a car as the train moved off. Old Specie stopped for a drink of water. The train was gaining headway. Looking around a couple of minutes later, Ben failed to see his friend. Truth to tell, the detective had watched his oppor- tunity, and stepping out on the platform, Jumped from the now rapidly moving car. He was enough of a railroader to be able to do this without injury. So, while Ben Bolt was being carried back to the city in rather a confused and inystified condition, the energetic detective was again making toward the cemetery. It was his intention to prosecute his inquiries, and see whether he could not get on the track of the person he sought. Surely it would have been impossible for the young man to have carried Amy far. He was no stronger, in all probability, than the de- Eomicboo cS (E(o) 3