“I can,” said Larry quietly, a daring plan coming into his mind.
“Good! Come aboard. Father will be up in a minute. Oh, it seems like hearing from home to see you again, Larry.”
The young reporter walked up the gangplank to the deck of the trim motor yacht. Every glimpse he had of her revealed new beauties.
“Glad to see you,” murmured Mr. Potter. “You seem to find me, Larry, no matter where I go,” and the millionaire, whom Larry had once located, when it seemed that he had disappeared forever, shook hands with our hero.
“And, what do you think, daddy?” exclaimed Grace; “he has a new plan for a cruise for us.”
“You have?” exclaimed Mr. Potter. “Let’s hear it, Larry; I’d like to run up against something new.”
“Then lend me your yacht to trace the stolen boy!” cried Larry suddenly. “That will be something new, and it may furnish plenty of excitement.”
“The stolen boy!” murmured Mr. Potter.
“Yes, father, don’t you remember? Madame Androletti’s son,” explained Grace, who was a great reader of the newspapers. “Larry is working on that case.”
“I thought you had retired after you solved the bank mystery,” spoke the millionaire, with a smile.