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If Larry had not had the injunction laid on him by Mr. Emberg to urge him on in the search, the appeal by Grace would have been more than sufficient. Hereafter, he resolved, he would feel somewhat as did the knights of old when they were commissioned by their ladies to execute some bold deed. "Don't worry," he told Grace, as he saw her distress was getting the better of her. "I'll find him."
Of course many things had been going on meanwhile. Mr. Emberg had written a "scare head," as they are called, that is a head to be printed in big letters, and this had been set up by men working by hand. This was put on the story after it was in the form. "Guess Newton is having trouble finding Potter," commented the city editor, when he had finished with Larry's copy.
None of the other papers had a line about it, of course, for Larry was the only reporter in a position to get inside information, and Sullivan was not likely to give out any account of his strange call. "You seem to be keeping right after all the ends of this story, Larry," said Mr. Emberg the day after the account of Sullivan's visit was printed. "That's what we want.
I never was on a case like this before. When I first heard about his taking the picture away I thought maybe he had gone off somewhere to commit suicide, and wanted it with him." "No suicide for Hamden Potter," put in Harvey Newton, with a laugh, as he stood listening to Larry and Mr. Emberg talking. "He has too much to live for." "Well, I didn't want to think that," Larry went on.
"I want you to go up and have a talk with Jack Sullivan, the leader of one of the Assembly districts," went on Mr. Emberg. "You've probably read of the trouble in that district. Thomas Kilburn is a new aspirant for the Assembly and he's fighting against the re-nomination of William Reilly. Now Jack Sullivan is the leader of that district, and whoever he decides to support will be elected.
The city room, that had been buzzing and humming with the talk of several reporters, seemed strangely quiet as Larry gave his answer. His remarks had been heard by several. The clicking typewriters stopped, and those operating them looked up. "Say that again," spoke Mr. Emberg, as though a great deal depended on it. "Sullivan is going to support Reilly," repeated Larry.
Contrary to Larry's expectations Mr. Emberg was not at all impressed by Sullivan's threats. "I've heard talk like that before," the city editor said. "The Leader will try to worry along without the aid of Mr. Jack Sullivan. As for you, Larry, don't give it another thought. If he ever bothers you, or any of his ward-heelers try to make the least trouble for you, let me know.
"Suppose you can't?" "There's no such work as 'can't' in my dictionary," replied Larry, repeating what Mr. Emberg had told him. Grace smiled at the young reporter's enthusiasm, but she knew she could have had no better friend, no one who would devote more time and energy to her cause, and no one who had so strong a motive for finding the missing millionaire as had this young newspaper reporter.
"I've got the interview." "I s'pose he gave you a lot of hot air that doesn't mean anything. See if you can dress it up a bit. We haven't many displays to-day." "Sullivan is going to support Reilly," announced Larry, quietly. "What?" almost shouted Mr. Emberg. "Did he tell you that?" "He did," answered Larry, wondering why Mr. Emberg was so excited.
"I'll have to cultivate your acquaintance," the district politician remarked as Larry went out. The young reporter hurried to the Leader office, having hastily jotted down what Sullivan had said. He felt he had secured a piece of news that would prove a big item that day. "What luck?" asked Mr. Emberg, rather indifferently, as Larry came up to the city editor's desk to report.
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