Larry was doing some hard thinking.
“Oh, isn’t that wonderful—that music?” whispered Miss Mason to him.
“What’s that? Oh, yes, it’s fine!” answered Larry dreamily.
“I don’t believe you even heard it,” she went on, as the wonderful melody rose and fell. “You act just as you did lots of times when you came to see me the time you were working on the bank mystery.”
“Well, I feel almost that same way,” spoke Larry with a smile.
“Do you mean to say there’s a mystery here, Larry Dexter?” she asked in a tense whisper. “If there is——”
“Hush,” begged Larry, as the orchestral number came to an end. “Let’s see if she comes out now. I’ll tell you about it later. I may need your help.”
“Oh, fine!” she whispered, with sparkling eyes.
As I have said, Molly Mason had aided Larry in solving the bank mystery, for it was of her that the thief had purchased the valise which he used to hold the million dollars, and Molly gave Larry a valuable clew.
The final chords of the music died away, and there was a hush of expectancy. Would the noted singer be able to go on? Or was her indisposition too much to allow her to do so? Every one waited anxiously for some announcement from behind that big curtain. And Larry looked eagerly toward the stage.