“Then it’s your assignment to find him. You solved the bank mystery, and that about Mr. Potter, so try your hand at this.”
As Larry went home, after leaving the city editor, he had a feeling that all the hard assignments were coming his way.
“But I like it!” he exclaimed, half aloud. “And I’ll do my best to locate that little chap. I wonder why there are such men as kidnappers in the world?”
Larry looked eagerly over the morning papers. Though all of them had a story about the temporary indisposition of the talented singer, none of them had the real account.
“Now for a ‘beat’!” cried Larry to himself.
The telephone rang.
“Mr. Dexter!” sang out the boy whose duty it was to answer it. “You’re wanted.”
Larry sprang to the instrument, and, as he did so he heard a voice saying:
“This is Madame Androletti! Come as quickly as you can!”