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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.
"Why should Retto want to see Captain Tantrella?" he asked himself. "Is it possible that Retto is a criminal and had to escape from the sinking ship? It looks so. But if he has done something that would necessitate him keeping out of the way, how can he aid Mr. Potter? It's too deep for me. But I know what I'll do. I'll go and see Captain Tantrella.
He'll remember me, for I interviewed him about the wreck. "I'll ask him who Retto is. He'll know him, for he was probably one of the first-cabin passengers. That's what I'll do. I think I'm on the right track now." Larry's slow walk was suddenly changed to a quick one as a plan of action was unfolded in his mind.
I traced him through the park." "Did you find him? Who is he? Where is he? Is he is he? Oh, Larry, don't keep me in suspense " "I'm sorry to have to tell you he isn't your father," Larry replied, gently, as he saw the girl's distress. "But I think he knows where your father is. He goes by the name of Mah Retto, and I helped save him from the wreck of a vessel on the Jersey coast.
If he gave the superintendent the fugitive's name, any other reporters who came to the hospital to inquire about the injured man would at once connect Retto with the Potter mystery, and the Leader's chance for a beat would be small indeed. What was he to do? He decided to take the superintendent partly into his confidence.
Matters were going along all right until Retto, whose real name, you might as well know, is Simonson, suddenly disappeared. I did not know what to do, nor how matters, with which I had entrusted him, were progressing. But it wasn't his fault. I wonder what happened to him?" Larry explained about Mr. Simonson's accident, of which Mr. Potter was ignorant.
You newspaper men don't care what you do as long as you get a story, and sometimes all the work we nurses do goes for nothing." "I'll be careful," promised Larry. The nurse, who had other duties to keep her busy, left Larry at the bedside of the mysterious man. He was lying with his eyes shut as Larry approached. "Mr. Retto," called the reporter. There was no response. "Mr.
Larry saw, standing before him, framed in the doorway from which streamed the glare from a big reading lamp, the man of mystery the fellow who had escaped from the tumble-down tenement the man he and Bailey had pulled ashore on the life-raft. "Are you Mah Retto?" asked Larry again, rather at a loss for something to say, when he saw the strange man confronting him.
As soon as the clerk saw Larry approaching the desk he swung the registry book around, and, dipping a pen in the ink, extended it to the reporter. "I didn't come to stay," said Larry, with a smile. "I want to inquire if there is a Mr. Mah Retto stopping here?" "There is," replied the clerk. "Would you like to see him? He just came in a little while ago."
If he has a fractured skull he'll not be able to tell who he is, and he has probably taken good care that there are no papers in his clothes by which his name can be learned. "If we state that the injured man is the mysterious Retto, who is mixed up in the Potter case, we'll have every reporter in New York camping out at that hospital waiting for a chance to get the information from him.
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