“And so the million dollars disappeared,” concluded Larry, “and this valise and some bricks are all that are left to remember them by.”
“And you’re going to try to find the money?” asked his mother anxiously. “Oh, Larry! I’m afraid you’ll run into some danger.”
“What! Danger in trying to find a million dollars?”
“No, but in trying to find the thief,” said Mrs. Dexter.
“Well, I haven’t found him yet, and maybe I won’t,” spoke the young reporter. “But I’m going to try, and I don’t believe there’ll be much danger. As for the money—well, that may never be found.”
“What are you going to do with the valise?” asked Lucy.
“It’s the first clew I’m working on,” replied her brother. “But, now that I have it, I really don’t know what to do with it. I’d like to find out where the thief got it.”
“Then why don’t you go to the stores where they sell such satchels as that, and ask if they sold any lately, and to whom?” suggested Lucy.
“Say! I believe you’ve struck it!” cried Larry. “That is just what I’ll do. I was wondering how I’d get on the track of the person who bought this, and that’s the only way. Say, Lucy, I’ll make you my first lady assistant,” and he laughed at his joke.
“But how can you ever find out, in such a big city as New York, who bought a valise that is just like thousands of others?” asked Mrs. Dexter curiously.