Howard R. Garis

“ Suddenly he discovered that the edge of his glove was turned back. With a quick motion he buttoned the article up.
As he did so he glanced sharply at Larry, as if anxious to know whether the lad had noticed anything. Larry pretended that his shoelace needed tying, and stooped over to avoid meeting the fellow's look. As Larry straightened up he heard the stranger call out:
“Come on, Peter. There's our car,” and, before Larry could have stopped them, had he desired to, or thought it wise, they were running after it.
“Well, that's finding a man and losing him in a hurry,” thought Larry. ”

“ Larry started. He recollected that it was the same company and the same man who had approached him, and who had seemed so anxious about the deed to the Bronx property. He decided he would not be in such a hurry to go home, but would make further inquiries from Peter. It might lead to something, he thought.
“I wonder you don't give up the newspaper business,” went on Peter. “It's hard work and poor pay. ”