“Who?” exclaimed Mr. Newton.
“I don’t know his name,” spoke the lad, “but he’s the same man who called on my mother that second time to ask her to sell him the Bronx property.”
“Are you sure?” asked Mr. Newton, half rising from his seat.
“Very sure.”
“Then I think we are on the trail,” said Mr. Newton.
“Why?”
“Because that man is a sort of lawyer who stands in with criminals of all kinds. He defends them when it is necessary, and helps them out of trouble. Of course, it may be only a coincidence, but I’m almost certain now, that he knows something of the blue-handed man we are seeking. Now we begin to see a little ray of light. We have been working in the dark up to now. I know where to start.”
“Can we do any more to-night?” asked Larry.
“I think not. You’d better go home and go to bed. In the morning I’ll commence in another direction. I have a friend, a detective, who will help us.”
So Larry started home. He would have gone much faster than he did, had he known what strange news awaited him.