“Good evening,” replied the young reporter, and though he glanced at her escort, and nodded, Witherby did not respond, but looked at our hero almost with a sneer.
A moment later and the two couples had passed each other, but Larry’s heart was still beating over the unexpected meeting.
CHAPTER XI
THE PILE OF BRICKS
“Oh, Larry—I mean Mr. Dexter—do you know her?” asked Molly Mason, when she was out of earshot from the couple she and her escort had just passed.
“Yes, she is Miss Grace Potter,” replied the young reporter. “But you spoke as though you knew her yourself.”
“Oh, no, I don’t know her, of course. She and I don’t move in exactly the same society circle,” spoke Miss Mason, with a frank laugh. “But I’ve often seen her in our store—you notice that I say our store,” she added, still laughing. “But all we girls always say that. It makes it sound as though we had some interest in it.”
“And so Miss Potter comes there?” asked Larry.
“Yes, and the girls all like her, because she is so kind, and considerate. She never makes a fuss, even though she is a millionaire’s daughter. You know her father is very rich,” she added, for Larry’s benefit.
“Oh, yes, I know,” he said. “I have good reason to,” and he told something about his hunt after the missing millionaire, as I have set it down in the book before this one, called “Larry Dexter’s Great Search.”
“Then you must know her quite well,” went on Miss Mason.