“I didn’t do much,” said Larry.
“You helped all right,” put in Mr. Newton. “You did all right.”
The Reynolds story was the biggest one of the day and there was enough news in it to carry it on the front page of most of the papers for two succeeding days. There seemed to be no clew to the thieves, though all the detectives were working on the case.
One thing was certain, the jewels, which formed the largest part of the booty, were gone. They were more prized than anything else that was taken, according to the family, and a reward of one thousand dollars was offered for their return.
A most careful supervision of all the pawnshops in New York and the immediate vicinity showed that the diamonds and other precious stones had not been pledged.
“The thieves are hiding them until this trouble blows over,” said Mr. Newton.
“Whereabouts do you suppose they have put them?” asked Larry.
“I don’t know. If I did I’d go there and get the stuff and claim the reward,” answered the reporter.
For several days little was talked of but the robbery. Then other, newer, and more important news of various kinds came in, and the theft was, for the time being, forgotten.
One night, when Larry was coming from evening school, he took a short cut. It was through a broad field on which had stood a large warehouse, but which had been burned, leaving a sort of hole in the ground, filled with rubbish.