“Then I suppose there is no charge to be made?” suggested the police captain.
“None,” answered Larry, “unless Mr. Witherby wants to get even with me.”
“I’m satisfied to let the matter drop,” was the answer. “I ought to be at the theatre now for rehearsal. And to think you have been trailing me, thinking I had the million dollars!”
“Yes, I made a big mistake,” admitted Larry. “But I’ll get the real thief yet, and find the money.”
“I hope you do,” spoke Witherby. “Come and see me act to-night.”
“I saw you last night, but I didn’t recognize you,” said Larry, with a smile.
“I took the part of the old servant,” explained the actor, and then the reporter recognized the character as one of the principal ones in the play. Witherby had acted well.
“I guess this case is closed so far as we are concerned then,” spoke the police captain, and, taking the hint Larry and Witherby went out. Each had a new respect for the other.
“What are you going to do next?” asked the actor.
“I don’t know,” replied Larry. “Get to New York as fast as I can, for one thing, and then look for new clews.”