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Page 38
"Maybe the policeman has discovered something new about that
strange man from the wreck," thought Larry.
He found Grace more composed than when he had seen her in the
afternoon.
"Did you bring me any news?" she asked, as she took the picture.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't. I will, though, if there is any to
bring. I'm sure your father will be found."
"So am I!" exclaimed the girl. "Poor mother is in despair, but I am
not going to give up. If the police can't find him I'm going to make
a search myself. I know a great deal about his business. Father
always said I ought to have been a boy."
Larry thought it would have been a pity, but he did not say so.
"I'll search all over until I find him," Grace went on.
"And I'll help you!" cried Larry, fired to sudden enthusiasm.
"Will you? Really? That will be fine!" and, before she was aware of
what she was doing, Grace had held out her hand. Larry gave it a
firm grip, and the girl blushed.
"I suppose I shouldn't have done that!" she said. "I'm always doing
things on impulse. I don't even know your name. I must call you Mr.
Reporter," and she smiled.
"I'm Larry Dexter," said our hero, blushing a bit himself. "I know
your name, so now I suppose we may consider ourselves introduced."
"I guess so, though it isn't strictly according to form. But never
mind. This is no time for ceremonies. I hope you will have news for
me--soon."
"So do I," answered Larry as he took his leave.
The young reporter was soon in that neighborhood of the city where
was situated the deserted tenement in which he believed there was
some mystery. As he approached the ramshackle old structure he
noticed a figure pacing up and down in front of it.
"If that's the lunatic inventor of the airship I think I'll pass on
the other side," Larry said to himself. It was dark in that section
of the city, the electric lights being few and far between. However,
as the figure approached, and as Larry continued on, the youth saw
he had nothing to fear, for it was that of his friend, Policeman
Higgins.
"Well," asked Larry, as he came up. "Anything new?"
This is the reporter's form of greeting to almost everyone he meets,
and means: "Have you any news for me?"
"Good-evening," replied Officer Higgins. "I was just thinking about
you."
"Nothing bad, I hope."
"No, I was wishing you'd happen along. You remember we were talking
the other night about a strange man that you thought was in here?"
"Yes."
"Well, he's in here now, and I'm going to see what he's up to. The
crazy old professor, with his airship, has moved out, and the house
is deserted except for this new bird. I'm going to raid his nest,
for I suspect he's up to no good. I've been watching his light for
some time, and he's moving around in several rooms. Maybe he's going
to set fire to the place."
"Going to tackle him alone?" asked Larry.
"No, I've telephoned to the sergeant to send me a man to help me go
through the shack, for though I'm not a coward I've no hankering to
go in that shell after dark, knowing a man may be waiting for me
with a knife or a gun."
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