His voice was high, and his face was red with passion. Larry thought it best to leave, and, as he turned to the door, he became aware of a motion in a room adjoining that in which he and the Italian stood.
A connecting portal swung partly open, and Larry looked eagerly toward it, hoping against hope that he might get a glimpse of the stolen boy.
He did not see Lorenzo, however, but he did see some one, at the sight of whose face he started.
For there, peering at him from the half-opened door, was one of the two men who had been in the rear of the hall—one of those to whom Parloti had signaled.
“By Jove!” exclaimed Larry, under his breath.
“Shut that door!” yelled Parloti in Italian, and the portal was slammed, while Larry hurried off, not caring to risk a personal encounter with the excited man who confronted him.
CHAPTER VII
LARRY SEEKS CLEWS
“Well, there’s not much to be gotten out of him, in his present state of mind,” mused Larry as he went down in the hotel elevator, with a vision of the excited Parloti before him. “But I sure did stumble on a mystery. That man in the other room showed his face just at the right time for me, and at the wrong time for Parloti.
“I’ll wager Parloti didn’t want it known that he was in the same apartment with him. Now if I could only locate the other one I’d be pretty close to where the boy is. Maybe he’s in that hotel!”