“That’s it, Larry! That’s fine! Great!” fairly shouted Mr. Emberg. “Get right in with the yarn! We’ll hold the whole first page for you if you need it. Rush!”
Larry hung up the telephone receiver, glanced over his notes to see if there were any details on which he wanted to ask questions, and then started from the millionaire’s office.
“There’s a taxicab outside,” said Mr. Potter. “I told the man to wait, thinking you’d like to use it to get back to your office in a hurry.”
“Thanks,” spoke Larry. “I’ll take it.”
“And come up and see us soon,” requested the millionaire. “Grace was asking for you the other day. Don’t wait to solve this bank mystery, but come any time.”
“I will,” promised the young reporter, and then, fairly jumping into the elevator, he shot downward and hurled himself into the waiting taxi.
“The Leader office as fast as you can make it!” cried Larry, and the auto swung up Wall street, toward Broadway, at a fast rate of speed. As Larry passed the robbed bank he looked out. He saw his rival, Peter Manton, coming down the steps, and there was a look on his face that seemed to show defeat.
“I don’t believe he got the yarn,” chuckled our hero. “I think I can scoop him!”
Larry fairly rushed into the office of his paper and flew to the city room.
“Got it all?” asked Mr. Emberg, coming out of his room.