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Get a good story and a beat." "I only hope I can," murmured Larry, as he left the telephone booth and started for the hospital to which Retto had been taken. He had a slight acquaintance with the superintendent of the institution, and when he explained his errand the official agreed to let Larry in to see the man as soon as the nurses and surgeons had finished dressing his injuries.

Larry was conscious of a strange sensation. It was partly due to his impetuosity he felt that Retto had been injured. Larry partly blamed himself for Mr. Potter's present plight, since through the reporter's instrumentality the millionaire's friend had not been able to keep in touch with him. "I'll find him!" exclaimed Larry. "Tell me what to do! I'll trace him!"

The place showed evidences of having been hastily vacated. "I'll see Mr. Jackson," he decided. "Perhaps he can tell me something. He was interested in this queer man." He lost no time in going to the rooms of his friends. They were glad to see him, and asked a number of questions about his mother, sisters and brother. But Larry, as soon as he could, turned the subject to Retto.

Larry was inclined both ways, but he knew it would be better to hurry after Mah Retto, as Grace could make all the necessary inquiries of Captain Padduci. "Until to-night, then," the young reporter said, as he hurried out of the steamship office, and Grace turned to go to the captain's hotel.

He hung up the telephone receiver with a vague feeling that being a reporter on a special assignment was not all it was cracked up to be. "Easy enough to say get a good story for to-morrow," he remarked to himself, "but I'd like to know how I'm going to do it? The story the only story there is is safe with Retto, and he can't tell it." "What shall I do?" Larry asked himself. "Let me think.

They took Mr. Simonson, or Retto, from the hospital to Mr. Potter's house. There he explained his part in aiding the millionaire. Larry gave him back the papers he had secured from Captain Tantrella, and the curious gold coin Mr. Simonson had lost from his watch chain in the fisherman's hut. Mr.

As he approached the bed where Retto reclined he was motioned back by another nurse on duty there. "He has just fallen asleep," she said. "When he awakens again you may speak to him. He has been writing a letter." Larry was disappointed.

Thus Larry hoped, but he was doomed to disappointment. For, when he inquired at the hotel desk for Mr. Retto, and said he would like to see him, the clerk replied: "Mr. Retto left early this morning. He gave up his room. I don't know where he went." "I've got it all to do over again," the young reporter thought as he strolled out into the street. "I'll never have such luck again.

There was a sickish smell of iodoform in the atmosphere, and the sight of the pale faces on either side made Larry sad at heart. "There's your patient," said a nurse who was with him, as she led Larry to the bed where Retto reclined under the white coverings that matched the hue of his face. "Now don't excite him.

"What I want to discover," he added, "is whether you know of any reason why Retto should be anxious to see you?" "To see me?" "Yes. He was at the steamship office a few days ago inquiring when your ship would come in, and when he saw me he hurried away. Since then I have not been able to catch him." "Ah! I know!" exclaimed the captain suddenly. "I just thought of it.

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