a bit himself. "I know your name, so now I suppose we may consider ourselves introduced."
"I guess so, though it isn't strictly according to form. But never mind. This is no time for ceremonies. I hope you will have news for me—soon."
"So do I," answered Larry as he took his leave.
The young reporter was soon in that neighborhood of the city where was situated the deserted tenement in which he believed there was some mystery. As he approached the ramshackle old structure he noticed a figure pacing up and down in front of it.
"If that's the lunatic inventor of the airship I think I'll pass on the other side," Larry said to himself. It was dark in that section of the city, the electric lights being few and far between. However, as the figure approached, and as Larry continued on, the youth saw he had nothing to fear, for it was that of his friend, Policeman Higgins.
"Well," asked Larry, as he came up. "Anything new?"
This is the reporter's form of greeting to almost everyone he meets, and means: "Have you any news for me?"
"Good-evening," replied Officer Higgins. "I was just thinking about you."
"Nothing bad, I hope."
"No, I was wishing you'd happen along. You