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Potter. "This suspense is awful. Who is he? Where is he?" Larry related the circumstances of his chase after Retto, telling how he had located the man at the hotel. "I'll go and see him to-morrow," he said, "before he has a chance to get away. He does not suspect that I know where he is." "Why not go now?" asked Mrs. Potter. "I'm afraid he would see no one to-night.
"I'll have to be more careful," thought Larry, as he got up and found that no bones were broken. He started off again after Retto. "I wasn't looking where I was going, thinking so much of Retto. Where is he now? He must have got quite a way ahead." He had; so far that Larry could no longer see him.
To think that after all that I have Retto where I want him. I'm sorry, of course, that he's hurt, but I guess he can't get out of the hospital very soon. I'll have a chance to question him. Then I'll make him tell me where Mr. Potter is, and that will end my special assignment. I'll not be sorry, either. It's been a hard one, though I'm glad I got it, for the experience is fine."
Then, with a cry of terror, which was echoed by a score of men who saw the accident, Retto appeared to crumple up in a heap. The forefeet of the big steed seemed to crush him before the driver could back the animal off. Then came silence, Retto lying without moving on the planking of the dock. "Caught at last," murmured Larry, as he rushed forward.
Retto listened intently, and, of course, heard no pursuing footsteps. This apparently satisfied him, for he proceeded more slowly. "He thinks I've given up the chase," thought Larry. "I'll let him. Maybe he'll go home all the quicker, and, after I learn where he is stopping, I can go back and see what Grace wanted." Larry's surmise proved correct, and his wish soon came to pass.
Retto headed for Central Park, and as Larry saw him pass the entrance he realized that it was going to be as hard to follow the man as though he had disappeared in the midst of a crowd, especially since the park was not well lighted. "But I've got to follow him," thought Larry. "It's my best chance. I must find out where he has moved to. I wonder what Grace wanted?
He wanted another opportunity to see and speak to the man he believed was Mah Retto, but he considered it would not be wise to knock again on the door. The occupant of the room either would not answer or would order him away. "I'll have to come again," Larry said to himself. "I've learned one thing, anyhow, and that is where he lives."
He was impressed by the clerk's manner. Clearly Retto was a man of means and not as poor as Larry had supposed. "So far so good," he murmured. "Now to go back and see what Grace wanted that is if it isn't too late." It was nearly eleven o'clock, but Larry had an idea that Grace would still be up.
"That was in a little house just outside of Jersey City. The men must have gone there after him. Possibly you can trace them from the house." "Tell me how to get to the place!" Retto gave the necessary instructions. "I'm going over there!" exclaimed the young reporter. "What are you going to do with Grace?" "That's so! I forgot about her.
"This mystery seemed to start with the wrecking of the Olivia, yet I don't see how I can connect Mr. Potter with that. He must have met Retto in New York after the rescued men came here. Maybe I'm wrong in thinking Mr. Potter is in New York now. He may be some distance off, and depending on Retto to look after his interests.
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