Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 93: what you’re looking at

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

OLD SPECIE, : 85 last seen stretched out on the hard turf by a blow from Ben Bolt’s fist. He arose to meet them. ““You’re Doctor Podgers?”’ ‘“That is the name I am known by.” ‘Who sent for you?”’ ‘*No one.”’ ‘You just happened along?’’ ‘““No, I came here with a purpose.” ‘Great Jupiter!’ It was Jack Ramsay who spoke. He became suddenly excited. His eyes were fastened upon the pseudo doctor, and he stood there grinding his teeth. ‘“What’s the matter?’ asked the grave-digger, fearing lest he, too, was going out of his mind. ‘‘T have made a discovery.”’ coAh t2¢ “T know what purpose brought this man here.”’ “You do?’’ ‘‘Martin, he is one of the men I saw last night in the grave-yard.”’ ‘“Are you sure of that?”’ “T would swear to it. Heis the man who held the bundle which I naturally supposed was my darling’s body.”’ The grave-digger sprang to the door. He shut it with a slam. The key turned in the lock. Evidently Martin did not mean to allow their visit- or free passage out. | If he gained his liberty he would have to fight for it. The ‘‘doctor’ did not seem-to be at all alarmed, but looked on smilingly. GComichboo cS (elo)