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Updated: June 22, 2025
Emberg, when the reporter had turned his story in at the desk. "What next?" "I'm going to see Retto," was the answer. "I'll make him tell where Mr. Potter is." "You were right about your East Indian friend," admitted the city editor. "I had no idea there was a story like this connected with him; least of all that it concerned the missing millionaire. Keep right after him.
Emberg all about the strange happening when he got back. Arriving at the telegraph office for the third time, he found a message from the city editor, instructing him to come back to New York, as the best of the story was now in, and the Associated Press would attend to the remainder. Some of the representatives of that news-gathering organization were already at the scene of the disaster.
He told also of the man who came ashore on the raft, and who was believed to be the passenger who was unaccounted for. "That's a good day's work done," remarked the young reporter, as he signed his name to the last sheet of copy. "I wonder if they want me to stay here?" He wrote a brief message asking Mr. Emberg for instructions.
Into the city room of the New York Leader hurried Mr. Whiggen, the telegraph editor. In his hand was a slip of paper, containing a few typewritten words. Mr. Whiggen laid it on the desk of Bruce Emberg, the city editor. "Just came in over our special wire," said Mr. Whiggen. "Looks as if it might be a bad wreck. That's a dangerous coast.
The young reporter went to the office of the Leader early the next morning. He found Mr. Emberg on hand, and told the city editor the plans for the day; that of making a tour of the steamship piers. Mr. Emberg thought this was a good idea, and complimented Larry on his work thus far. "I ran across my old friend, the East Indian, last night," Larry said, as he was leaving.
"What in the world is the matter with Harvey and Mack?" asked Mr. Emberg, restlessly pacing the floor. Every one in the city room felt the strain. Every time the telephone bell rang, the city editor jumped to answer it, without waiting for one of the boys or a reporter to get to the instrument.
He had been so sure of uniting Mr. Potter and Grace, but now all his plans had come to nothing. Then, too, there was the paper to be considered. Mr. Emberg would expect him to send in the story of the mysterious disappearance of the hospital patient. Yet Larry did not like to leave Grace while he went to telephone. He was in a curious predicament.
I'd like to find out what it is. Perhaps I shall, some time." Larry spoke of the matter to Mr. Emberg the next day. He said he thought it might be a good idea to devote some hours to working up the story, in an endeavor to learn who the queer man was. "Still puzzling over your East Indian, eh?" asked the city editor.
"Some young lady wants to talk to you," Mr. Emberg went on, handing the portable instrument to Larry. "Young lady to speak to me?" murmured Larry, as he took the telephone. "This is Grace Potter," he heard through the instrument. "Oh, how are you?" called Larry, for want of something better to say. "Come right up," Grace said. "I have some news for you." "What is it?"
"I'll not mention you any more than necessary," he promised, thinking that Grace was much prettier when a smile brought out a dimple in each cheek. Larry's description of Sullivan's visit to the Potter house proved to be what Mr. Emberg described as "a corking good scoop."
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