“Part of it,” replied Larry. “I’m hoping for more. It may be a big one.”
Then he turned the subject to the concert proper, and they talked of that until the girl’s home was reached.
“Thank you for a lovely time,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome,” replied Larry, and he thought to himself that, after all, perhaps his substituting for the musical critic might lead to big results.
Late as it was he called up Mr. Emberg, the city editor, at his home, and gave an inkling of what was in the wind.
“Come right over here, Larry,” commanded his chief, and soon the two were in consultation.
“So you’ll get a story out of it, no matter which way it goes,” commented Mr. Emberg, when Larry had told him the facts.
“It looks so. I’ve got to wait until morning, though.”
“All right. Be ready to jump right out on this. As I see it, even if she gets the stolen boy back, we’ll have a two or three days’ yarn out of it. So you drop everything else, Larry, and take this new assignment.”
“And if the boy isn’t returned?”