“Well, haven’t you found the boy yet?” asked Molly Mason, when Larry called on her one evening.
“Not yet,” he answered wearily.
“Don’t you think you ever will?”
“Well, it’s hard to say, Molly. I’m still keeping a watch on this Parloti, but it doesn’t seem to do any good. He is very angry at me, and threatens to get even.”
“Aren’t you afraid?”
“No, not a bit. Why should I be?”
“Why, he might injure you.”
“Oh, we reporters have to learn how to take care of ourselves. But I’m beginning to think that I might as well drop the Parloti clew, and look for another. But I didn’t call to talk shop. Have you anything to do this evening?”
“No.”
“Then let’s go to a theater. I want to forget all about clews, and missing boys, and such things for a while, and maybe I can work better afterward.”