Larry Dexter's Great Search; Or, The Hunt for the Missing Millionaire

aph editor. In his hand was a slip of paper, containing a few typewritten

as if it might be a bad wreck. That's a dangerous coast. I th

he read the message, a score of reporters in the room looked up to

g read from the slip M

t, some cabin passengers-fruit cargo. Ship badly listed, but may get off at high

vessel, compiled from the maritime registe

all a "flash" or bulletin, intended to notify the journals of the barest facts of the story.

ditor, "but I'm afraid I can't reach him. Have to depend

I'll send

d over the room, in which many reporters were at work, most of them typewriting stories as fast as their fingers could fly over the keys. Several of the news-gatherers who ha

Mr. Emberg of a reporter i

at political sto

't spare you. How

s the newspaper man's way of sayi

itor handed the telegram to a tall, good-lookin

the rank of office boy to reporte

tart now?"

ood story for to-morrow. If a storm comes up, and they have to rescue the passengers, it will make a corker. Don't be afraid of slinging your words if it turns out wo

go out," went on the city editor. "Mr. Whiggen m

out of the city room, putting on his coat and hat as

o be responsible for his part in a series of strange events. He had little idea, as he left the Leader offi

there was no train for an hour, and, telephoning to the city editor to that effect, received

e was going out of town, but Mrs. Dexter had, in a measure, become used to h

he asked, as he kissed her good-b

r. Probably not m

begged Larry's brother, Ji

crab and a starfish," spoke

s to make beads of," answered Larry, menti

ed to hurry to the ferry which took him to Jersey City. There he boarded a

thouses along it, but they did not always prevent vessels from running on a long sand bar, some distance out. More

livia was just off a lonely part of the coast, a

get off?" he asked

rbor. Both stations are about five miles from where the

than that," inte

asked

used to be called Miller's Beach. Started to be a summer resort, but it failed. There's nothing there now

uld stay all night?" a

, there are campers there, but it's too late in the fall now to expect

r to it as possible. But there was another thing to think of, and that was how to get his news back into the Leader office. He mus

hance it," co

t's the jumping-off place, so to speak, and it's not

ent from the mass of dark, rolling clouds in the

e train, having stopped at a small station, started off again. "It'

ure to the weather, had boarded the train.

asked Larry, o

Anglesea station. Goi

at

ashore. Maybe they are going to help in case she breaks up in t

e was not going to worry so early in the undertaking. So, when the brakeman warned him that the train was nearing the water t

eased in violence, and then, with a rush and

almost before it had stopped, and looked for a place of shelter. He was surprised to see several large buildings in front of him,

en steps. Then he heard the train puffing away. It seemed

going?" a voi

ad in yellow oilskins and rubber

he wreck," was the y

If you have I'm sorry.

New York. What do you mea

tide a while ago the bows and stern just sagged down, and she

it was not as heartless as it sounds, for he was onl

and it coming on to blow like all possessed?" asked the man in

le," answe

eat force into his face, nearly carried the reporter

here, though there once were. I have a shack down on the beach, and you're

returned Larry. "I'd like

isherman, as he led the youth toward his hut.

ver the water the boom of a sign