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Updated: June 17, 2025
"There goes my story," thought Larry, regretfully. It was not that he was hard-hearted or indifferent to Retto's sufferings. Simply that his newspaper instinct got ahead of everything else, as it does in all true reporters, who, if they have a "nose for news," will make "copy" out of even their closest friend, though they may dislike the operation very much.
Thus musing Larry looked for a telephone station and soon the story of Retto's accident was being sent over the wire to the city editor. "This will make a fine lead for our Potter story," said Larry, as he finished telling of the accident. "I've got another plan," said Mr. Emberg. "What is it?" "Do you think anyone else knows who Retto is? I mean anyone on the pier who saw him hurt?"
I understand you've been working on this case. In fact, I have all your stories clipped from the Leader." Larry had not forgotten about Retto, and he determined to pay the fellow another visit. With him, to think was to act. He soon found himself going up the stairs of the tenement house, and presently reached Retto's door.
The millionaire was in Retto's room the night Larry called on the mysterious man in the Jackson tenement, and this explained the reference in the letter to the young reporter being so "close" after Mr. Potter. Sullivan, it was explained, had an idea that Grace or her mother knew where Mr.
"Fractured, I'm afraid. Leg broken, too. It's a wonder he wasn't killed." The captain accepted several coats which were hastily offered, and made a pillow for the man's head. He arranged the broken leg so that the bones would be in a better position for setting, and then, with a sponge and a basin of water which were brought, proceeded to wipe away the blood from the cut on Retto's skull.
Retto's handwriting was very similar to that of Mr. Potter's, and easily passed for it, even under the scrutiny of Grace and her mother. The man himself bore a remarkable resemblance to the millionaire and nearly deceived Grace once. Most unexpectedly, some of Mr. Potter's enemies got on the trail of Retto, and he learned they would be waiting for him when he landed in New York.
The commander readily agreed to keep quiet concerning Retto's identity, since the captain had no desire for further newspaper notoriety. "I will do more than this," he declared. "I will give you the package belonging to that queer man. I have to sail again soon, on a long voyage, and he might need it before I come back. You can give it to him if he recovers.
Potter had been in Retto's room at the Jackson tenement, or else how would the envelope get there? That's it! I'll bet the missing millionaire has been hiding with this East Indian chap! I never thought of that until now!" Having walked for fully a quarter of a mile Retto came to a sudden stop, and so did Larry, hiding in the shadow of a tree.
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