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He hurried to the elevated station and was soon on his way downtown to the office of the steamship line to which the Turtle belonged. "Guess I'd better stop and telephone to Mr. Emberg about Retto skipping out again," thought the young reporter. "He can add it to the story. Then I can tell him of my present plan."
Simonson, to precede him to New York, do certain work, and keep him informed of how matters went. Simonson took the name Mah Retto, which had a foreign sound, and could be depended upon to deceive Mr. Potter's enemies. Mr. Simonson was of dark complexion and looked like an East Indian. The name was formed from some of the letters making up the millionaire's name.
"What does this mean?" asked the hospital superintendent. "I will explain later," replied Retto. "Just now it is very necessary that I have a talk with this young man." The superintendent turned away and Retto closed the door. He sat down in a chair, and Larry could see that he was trembling from weakness. "I must talk quickly," he said, "for I am still very ill.
"I must see Grace at once," he murmured, as he left the hospital. "Strange I never thought of that. A beard and a moustache! The private detective! I wonder if he recognized Retto? I must hurry. Oh, if this should prove true!" He hurried to an elevated station and was soon on his way to Grace's house. Bounding up the steps three at a time Larry rang the bell of the Potter residence.
It was too late now, and Larry gazed regretfully at the envelope. Clearly, Retto had not been far from Mr. Potter at the time of the accident. Perhaps the missing millionaire was hiding downtown in New York. "I must make some inquiries in that neighborhood," thought Larry, as he arose to go. "Another thing," Grace said. "That man Sullivan was in front of the house again this morning."
Through the crowded street the young reporter ran, bumping into several persons, and causing them to mutter more or less impolite exclamations about youths who trod on the toes of innocent pedestrians. Larry could catch occasional glimpses of his man, and he noted that Retto looked back every now and then to see if he was being followed.
As he did so a truck drove up behind him and blocked his retreat. "It's Mah Retto!" exclaimed Larry, as he caught sight of the man's face. An instant later there came a warning shout from the driver of the truck. He reined his horses back sharply, but not in time. Retto had stepped directly under their heads. The off animal reared. The man stumbled and fell beneath its hoofs.
I guess I'd better go see Captain Tantrella and ask him to keep mum about Retto until I have another chance at the man. Then I'll I'll go and tell Grace. She'll want to know all about it." He found Captain Tantrella at his hotel, having finished all the details connected with the docking of the Turtle.
Across the street he could see Grace in the raised window, waiting for him for what he did not know. But, even as he looked at her, he saw Retto running off down the street. In an instant Larry's mind was made up. He took after Retto as fast as he could run.
Carry her into the receiving room." "Who is she?" asked the patient, who had caused such a stir, and to whom no one seemed to be paying any attention in the excitement caused by Grace's swoon. The man had not caught a good look at the girl. "She is Grace Potter," replied Larry, glancing curiously at Mah Retto. "Grace Potter? Hamden Potter's daughter?" The man seemed greatly excited. "Yes.
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