At that the man opened his eyes.
"Were you calling me?" he asked. Then he caught sight of Larry, and a smile came on his face.
"Well, you've found me, I see," was his greeting. "Only for that team I'd been far away."
"I suppose so. But now you're here, for which I'm sorry; I hope you will answer me a few questions."
"What are they?" asked the man, and a spasm of pain replaced his smile.
"I believe you know the secret of Mr. Potter's disappearance," said Larry, speaking in a low tone so none of the other patients would hear him. "I want you to tell me where he is."
At the mention of Mr. Potter's name Retto raised himself in bed. His face that had been pale became flushed.
"He—he—is——" then he stopped. He seemed unable to speak.
"Yes—yes!" exclaimed Larry, eagerly. "Where is he?"
"He—is——"