The next few days brought forth little that was new. Larry kept relentlessly on the trail of Parloti, as did the police.
Though the young reporter did not visit the suspected man openly, he hung about his hotel, trailed and followed him when he went out, and kept so close a watch over the Italian that the quarry became nervously indignant.
“When are you going to let me alone?” he cried to Larry, one afternoon, turning suddenly on the reporter.
“When you tell me what I want to know,” was the calm answer.
“But I know nothing, I tell you! I have not the stolen boy! If I had, would I remain openly here as I do?”
That was rather a poser for Larry. He did not know what to say. But still he kept his watch on Parloti.
CHAPTER VIII
A THREATENING LETTER
Thinking the matter over calmly, Larry was forced to admit that one weak link of the chain that he sought to forge about Parloti was the fact that the man stayed on at his hotel openly, in spite of the suspicion against him.
“If he’s guilty I should think he’d escape at the first opportunity,” said the city editor, while talking over the case with Larry.