Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 90: what you’re looking at

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82 OLD SPECIE. tective, and Old Specie acknowledged that he had had all he wanted to do in taking the young woman from the hack to the sepulcher. Consequently, he must have sought aid and shelter at some house near by. Old Specie began to speculate. There was a house not far from the opening in the hedge—a cottage, he remembered. That seemed to be a likely place to get news, and in a short time he stood before the door. He gave a rap. A. woman opened the door. Old Specie had altered his appearance a little, and now had a grave alr. ‘“May lask whose cottage this is, ma’am?”’ he said, with a bow. ‘Thaddeus Stevens, the grave -digger, lives here.”’ ‘“You are his wife?” ““Yes, sir.”’ ‘“‘T am a doctor—Doctor Podgers.”’ “Oh yes, sir. we——”’ “Do I understand that you have a young woman ‘ here who needs attention ?”’ The woman looked uneasy. **W ell—I—that is—we have, sir,’’ she said. ‘“Won at the first round,’? muttered the detective. Now that she had been duped into such a confes- sion, the woman actually looked alarmed. It was plain that she had been cautioned against telling any one the truth. She feared lest she had done wrong. The man who called himself Doctor Podgers had a pleasant face; however. Her spirits rallied. “Can I-see the young woman?”’ Gomichoo gS) (E(0) =|