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Updated: June 3, 2025
"No help for it, though. So here goes. I wish I'd done as Mr. Emberg said and let the Retto matter drop. But it seemed too good to lose sight of." He soon had the Leader office on the wire, and, a few seconds later, was talking to Mr. Emberg. He was rather surprised at what the city editor said. "What's the matter with you, Larry?" was the inquiry that came through the telephone.
As they passed through one of the halls Larry looked up and saw a man peering down at him over a balustrade. He gave a gasp. "Vot it is?" questioned the German reporter. "That man!" cried Larry. He ran up the stairs and tried to catch the individual, who was running away. The man was the person he had helped to rescue from the ocean the one who had given his name as Mah Retto.
Larry thought he could best deal with Retto alone, but he did not want to tell Grace so. However, her mother got him out of what might have been an embarrassing position. "I'd rather you wouldn't go, Grace," she said. "There is no telling what sort of a person this Retto is. His name sounds foreign."
The reporter tried to peer through the ever-shifting crowd, for a glimpse of Retto, but with no success. "He's gone," he murmured. "However, I know where he lives and I'll go there at once. No! I've got to get a story in for to-day's paper about Mr. Potter. I haven't much time before the first edition. Guess I'd better telephone it in, and let Mr. Emberg have one of the men fix it up."
It answered the description Retto had given, and Larry knocked on the door. After several minutes the portal opened a crack, showing that it was held by a chain. "Is Mr. Potter here?" asked Larry, though he knew the missing millionaire was not. The man who had opened the door looked suspiciously at the inquirer. "It's all right," the young reporter went on. "I come from Mr. Retto.
Emberg, when the reporter had turned his story in at the desk. "What next?" "I'm going to see Retto," was the answer. "I'll make him tell where Mr. Potter is." "You were right about your East Indian friend," admitted the city editor. "I had no idea there was a story like this connected with him; least of all that it concerned the missing millionaire. Keep right after him.
Retto," spoke Larry, a little louder. At that the man opened his eyes. "Were you calling me?" he asked. Then he caught sight of Larry, and a smile came on his face. "Well, you've found me, I see," was his greeting. "Only for that team I'd been far away." "I suppose so. But now you're here, for which I'm sorry; I hope you will answer me a few questions."
"I couldn't very well help it, with the way you have kept after me lately. But we have no time to lose. Something most unexpected has happened. Mr. Potter is in the hands of his enemies!" "Then he is found?" "Yes, in a way, but he might better be lost!" "What do you mean?" "Come in here and I will tell you." Retto led the way to a small room off the main corridor.
Larry was working on the case with all the energy he had thrown into the Potter disappearance. Meanwhile the young reporter kept a close watch on the hospital where Retto was. The operation had been a success, but the patient was in a fever, during which he was out of his mind. He could not recognize anyone, much less talk intelligibly.
"The contents are, but the envelope is different. He says he will soon be home, and tells us not to worry." She gave the missive to Larry. He looked at the post-mark, and saw that it had come from a downtown sub-station. "This was mailed near the steamer pier!" he exclaimed. "Close to where Retto was hurt. He must have posted it just previous to the accident. I wish I had known this before."
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