“Well, that’s finding a man and losing him in a hurry,” thought Larry. “I wonder what I’d better do?”
At first he thought of calling on Mr. Newton. But as the reporter lived quite a distance away Larry decided this would not be wise. Then he thought he would call his friend up on the telephone. But the idea of talking about the blue-handed man over the wire, where anyone might hear it, did not seem to be exactly right.
“I’ll wait until morning,” thought Larry. “We can’t do anything now. Besides we’re on the right trail. I know where to find Peter, and maybe I can get some information out of him.”
With this end in view Larry proceeded on his way home. It was getting close to midnight, and he was a little worried lest his mother be alarmed over his long absence. He found her waiting for him.
“Oh, Larry!” she exclaimed. “You have given me such a fright!”
“Why, mother, what’s the matter?”
“Oh, I thought perhaps those men had done you some harm.”
“What men?”
“Why, the ones who are trying to get the deed away from us.”
“Have they been bothering you again?”