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That's the captain Retto was inquiring about the day Grace and I made the tour of the steamer offices. He wanted to meet him. Well, Captain Tantrella is in now. I wonder if Retto could have left the hotel to go and see him?" Larry puzzled over it for a few minutes. Several ideas came to him, but they were confused, and he did not know which line to follow.
He wished he could open it, as he thought he might get a clue to the connection between the millionaire and the mysterious man, but he knew he would have no right to do that. Also it would give him a sort of claim on Retto, and, by returning the package, he could have a good excuse for going to see him. "Now to tell Grace," remarked Larry, as he left Captain Tantrella.
"What are they?" asked the man, and a spasm of pain replaced his smile. "I believe you know the secret of Mr. Potter's disappearance," said Larry, speaking in a low tone so none of the other patients would hear him. "I want you to tell me where he is." At the mention of Mr. Potter's name Retto raised himself in bed. His face that had been pale became flushed. "He he is " then he stopped.
The little trip seemed to do him good. Here he is." He threw open the door he had closed. There, standing in the corridor, was the man Larry had known as Mah Retto the man he believed was Mr. Potter. The patient was smiling at the reporter. "There is your father, Grace," said Larry. The girl gave one look at the man confronting her. She seemed to sway forward, and became deathly pale
How much of a story it was destined to be Larry had no idea of at that moment, though his newspaper instinct, that led him to suspect there was a strange mystery connected with Mah Retto, was perfectly correct, as he learned later. "Well, I don't see that we can learn anything more here," remarked Higgins when he had been in a number of chambers on the third floor.
Men whom I recognized, by the description, as his enemies as men who have an interest in getting Mr. Potter into their power. He has been trying all this while to keep out of their way. Now they have him!" "But what's to be done?" asked the young reporter. "I don't know," replied Retto, hopelessly. "Everything was going on all right until those horses knocked me down."
"He hardly speaks to me, though he doesn't seem cross or ugly. Only there's some mystery about him. I'm sure of that." "If he's Mah Retto I'm positive there is," thought Larry. "And it looks as if it might be that fellow." Not wishing to seem too keen on the scent of the queer man, the newspaper youth changed the subject.
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.
"If he does a policeman will be sure to stop him and ask questions, and I guess Retto will not relish that. I have a better chance than I thought at first. After all, I don't see why he is so afraid of me. All I want to do is to ask him where he gets the letters from Mr. Potter. He must know where the millionaire is hiding, and it looks as if Mr.
"Retto is the man who mailed the letters for the missing millionaire. If I find him I can make him tell me where Mr. Potter is! Now to trace my mysterious East Indian friend!" Larry took another survey of the apartment to see if there were any more clues that might aid him. But the one that had so unexpectedly come to his hand was all he found.
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