And then, most unexpectedly, it came.
Larry was in the city room of the Leader one afternoon, finishing up a Sunday supplement story that he had worked on during his spare time, when the telephone rang.
“Some one for you, Mr. Dexter,” announced a copy boy.
Larry took the instrument, and, no sooner had he listened to the first few words than a change came over his face.
“Yes! Yes!” he said eagerly. “I’ll be right up!”
He ran over to Mr. Emberg, and whispered:
“It’s a new clew! Madame Androletti has just received a letter from her son!”
CHAPTER XVI
OFF FOR THE WEST
Larry was fairly scrambling into his coat, which he seldom wore around the office. He caught up his hat, and jabbed a bunch of copy paper, for notes, into his pocket.