“I’m not sure,” replied the boy, “but I think they are part of the jewels stolen from Mr. Reynolds’s house. If they are I’ll get a reward of one thousand dollars!”
“Oh, Larry!”
By this time Lucy, who had been awakened from her sleep, had slipped on a dressing gown and entered the room.
“Those are the Reynolds diamonds!” she exclaimed. “That necklace is just like the one the paper had a picture of.” She caught up the string of jewels that sparkled like fire in the lamplight.
“What are you going to do with them?” asked Mrs. Dexter.
“I think I’ll let Mr. Newton know,” said Larry. “He’ll be able to advise me.”
“How can you reach him?” asked Larry’s mother.
“I can call him up on the telephone. He has one in his house. I’ll ask him to come right over. This will be a big story for the paper.”
Mr. Newton was somewhat surprised when Larry called him on the wire. He wanted to know what it was all about, but Larry did not think it wise to tell them over the ’phone.
“You’ll see when you get here,” he said. “It’s a good story.”