Larry blushed like a girl, for several times that day he had caught himself thinking of Grace and how pretty she was.
"Let Larry alone for getting all the facts in
the case," said Mr. Emberg. "I suppose Miss Grace gave you some information?"
"She talked to all the reporters," Larry said. "Mrs. Potter is a nervous wreck."
"Well, run up any time this evening," went on the city editor. "You might stumble on some news. You wrote a very good story to-day. Try again to-morrow. We've beat the other papers on it as it is."
Larry got Mr. Potter's picture back from the art department, where a cut for use in the paper had been made, and decided that he would have a good excuse for calling at the Potter residence in going back to return it as he had promised.
"I wish I had some news to tell her," the young reporter thought as he went home to supper, "but it's too soon yet. I'd like to be a detective and see if I couldn't find her father for her. I wonder where he can be, or why he disappeared? Of course, if he's out of his mind, as Mr. Emberg believes, that would account for it, but I don't think he is."
Telling his mother he did not expect to be out long, Larry left the house early that evening. He intended to go to Mr. Potter's residence, leave the picture, have a few minutes' talk with Grace, and then go home by way of the street on which the tenement was located, where he had undergone the queer experience with the crazy inventor.
"Maybe the policeman has discovered some
thing new about that strange man from the wreck," thought Larry.