Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 92: what you’re looking at

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84 | OLD SPECIE. He entered the front room of the cottage. It was evidently a parlor, and showed some signs of feminine taste. Seating himself, he looked around. The good woman passed through a door into a back room, and he could hear her talking in a low, soothing tone to some one. There was an odor of spirits of eR in the house, and this agent had probably been used, with heartshorn or ammonia, in bringing the seemingly dead girl to her senses. Time passed slowly. Finally voices were heard. Men were approaching. The woman passed outside to meet them just be- yond the door sill. Old Specie heard what passed. - **The doctor is inside, John.”’ ‘“Doctor—what doctor?”’ ‘“Doctor Podgers.’’ ‘Tl don’t know him.”’ “He seemed to know all about the young lady. Yes, he even told me she was out of her mind, and called herself Amy.?’’ ‘The duse he did.’’ ‘T thought you had sent for him.’’ ‘*T did not.”’ “Well, he’s here,” ‘‘Have you let him see the girl?” “IT have not, Mr. Ramsay.”’’ ‘That is just as well.’’ ‘“We’ll soon see who he is,”’ With that they entered. The grave-digger was in the advance, and behind him came the young man whom the detective had Comicbooks Go