Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 97: what you’re looking at

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4 ae OLD SPECIE. 89 to have a talk with this young man on a subject that concerns him deeply. You will leave us alone here.” ‘Certainly, sir. Come, Emma, we will go into the other room.’’ “Wait aminute. First tell Mr. Ramsay that I am to be trusted.”’ | ‘“Indeed, sir, I would stake me life on that.’’ A minute later Jack Ramsay found himself alone with the man whose peculiar relation to the case mystified him. ‘““Now, sir, I trust xn will explain the queer state- ment you have made.’’ ‘‘T shall do so, in all haste. In the first place, I am no doctor.”’ ‘IT suspected as much.”’ “Instead, [ am a detective.’’ Ramsay started, and looked searchingly at him. ‘“T am endeavoring to trace a dark mystery, and it brought me in contact with you.” “Last night, you mean?”’ ‘Ves, In a business such as mine, we are com- pelled to do strange things, adapting ourselves to circumstances, as-it were; so last night I had to as- sume, for the first time in my life, the role of a erave-robber.”’ The young man shuddered. : “Plorence,”’ he muttered. “Mr. Ramsay, it gives me pain to crush your newly aroused hopes, but Imust do it. Your Flor- ence is indeed dead.”’ He groaned at that. “Then she,’’ pointing to the room beyond. ‘As IT said before, is a young lady—an heiress, I believe—Amy Caldwell by name—whose uncle or guardian desires put out of the way. Gomicboo cS (E(0) =} |