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He could manage matters to suit his ends if necessary, even after he gave out the interview for which all the papers in New York were anxiously waiting. "Did Mr. Emberg send you to see me?" asked Sullivan. "He did," Larry answered, wondering how intimate was the politician's acquaintance with the city editor of the Leader. "Emberg's foxy," went on Sullivan. "Do I get the interview?" asked Larry.
He broke off what he was saying to Larry to grab up the instrument. "Hello. Yes, this is Mr. Emberg. Oh, is that you, Harvey? What's that? Reported to the police as missing? Are you sure it's him? Great Scott! If that's true that's a corking good story! That explains some things! You take the police end and I'll send some one up to the house! Good-bye!" The city editor was excited.
I thought you might like to send one of your men down to cover it." "Thanks," replied the city editor. "I will. Let's see," and, while he read the message, a score of reporters in the room looked up to see what had caused the telegraph editor to come in with such a rush. This is what Mr. Emberg read from the slip Mr.
He said nothing to the policeman about the man being a person who had come ashore from the Olivia. "I'm going to ask Mr. Emberg to let me work on this case," he resolved, while he followed Higgins from room to room. "I believe it will be a great story if I can get all the details."
"I was frightened myself," admitted Larry, with a laugh. "This will make story enough for to-day, unless you find Mr. Potter," Mr. Emberg went on. "Now lay pipes for something for to-morrow." "I will," Larry replied, though he did not in the least know what new features he could "play up." At that instant the bell rang, and a whistle indicated that the letter carrier was at the door.
The reporter tried to peer through the ever-shifting crowd, for a glimpse of Retto, but with no success. "He's gone," he murmured. "However, I know where he lives and I'll go there at once. No! I've got to get a story in for to-day's paper about Mr. Potter. I haven't much time before the first edition. Guess I'd better telephone it in, and let Mr. Emberg have one of the men fix it up."
Describe how he received you, what you said and what he said and all about it. This is great." "I stumbled on it," said Larry, and he proceeded to relate what he had heard about Potter and the new line, though he did not in the least know what the "new line" was. "Better and better!" exclaimed Mr. Emberg. "This is what I suspected. It has to do with the new subway line.
Emberg learned back in his chair and looked sharply at Larry. "Suppose I can't," and the young reporter smiled. "'Can't' isn't in the reporter's dictionary," the city editor replied. "You've got to find him. I don't want to see you fall down. You've done well, so far, Larry. Now's a chance to distinguish yourself." Larry knew that it was.
"I've had some experience with autos, and I guess I can manage yours. I ran one like this several times when I was out with Mr. Emberg." "Den take der vheel," went on Fritsch. "I comes back wid Miss Potter und you can race." "Oh, Larry! Can you do it?" and Grace looked a little alarmed. "Of course I can," and the young reporter spoke confidently. The car was stopped and the change made.
I thought you knew more than you did. This last part," pointing to the generalities written by Mr. Emberg, "this last part shows that you folks are up a tree. Now I want to know where you heard that about Potter, and I'm going to have an answer," and Sullivan lost his calm air and looked angrily at Larry. "I can't tell you where I got my tip." "You mean you will not?"
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