Larry was in such a hurry to get to the office with the copy, for he had been delayed some time, that he did not look at the card the elderly gentleman had given him until some time later, when he had explained the news to Mr. Emberg. The city editor sent a reporter to get the story from the police station.
“Who was the man whose watch they took?” asked Mr. Emberg.
“I forgot to look,” replied Larry, pulling out the card and reading it. “He—was Dr. James Carrolton,” he added.
“What?” cried Mr. Emberg.
Larry repeated his remark.
“Say, this is a big story!” exclaimed the city editor. “We must have a display on this. Dr. Carrolton robbed the second day he is in New York.”
He hurried to the telephone, to call up the police station where he had sent the reporter, and, getting him on the wire, held a hurried conversation with him.
“You’re always stumbling on big stories,” said the city editor, coming back to where Larry stood, wondering what it was all about.
“How do you mean?”
“Don’t you know who Dr. Carrolton is?”