“‘Queer man down here. Seems to be made of money. Better come down.’”
“Made of money!” cried the city editor. “Larry, get right after that. Get on the trail at once! I believe that is Witherby who is hiding there!”
CHAPTER XX
A LONG CHASE
Seven Mile Beach, on the Jersey coast, was the place where Larry had once had an assignment to cover a story about a wreck of a steamship, and was also his starting point in the hunt for Mr. Potter, the missing millionaire. It was there he had met Bert Bailey, an old fisherman, who had helped him.
And it was toward Seven Mile Beach that Larry now turned his attention. No sooner had he received the telegram than he reached for a timetable of trains that ran to that rather-out-of-the-way coast resort.
“Can you make it this afternoon, Larry?” asked Mr. Emberg.
“Well, there’s a train that will bring me there after midnight,” answered the young reporter. “I’ll take that.”
“Hadn’t you better wait until to-morrow?” suggested the city editor.
“No indeed!” exclaimed Larry. “I’ve done enough waiting on this case as it is. I want to get busy. This may be the beginning of the end. If that’s Witherby hiding there I’ll soon be after him, and, if I don’t find the million dollars, I’ll get the thief, anyhow, and a corking good story, too.”
“Do you think this clew will amount to anything?”