Mr. Simonson told his employer how he had tried to run away from Larry that day on the pier, as matters were then not yet ripe for a disclosure, and how he had fallen under the horses’ feet.

“When you came to see me in the hospital,” he went on to Larry, “I was about to send for Mr. Potter, for I felt I was in bad shape and that the mystery might now come to an end.  Then I became unconscious, was delirious for three weeks, and the next I knew was when the nurse told me this morning that the day after to-morrow you were coming to see me.  I decided I must communicate with Mr. Potter.  But when I called him up, I was startled when I was told by the man in whose house he was hiding that his enemies had him.”

“But Larry got me away from them,” went on Mr. Potter, with a happy laugh.  “This ends the mystery of my disappearance.”

“I must telegraph mother the good news,” said Grace.  “She is in Lakewood.  I had also better notify the private detective that he need no longer work on the case.”

“We’ll go to Lakewood and surprise your mother,” said her father.  “I need a rest after my hard work in keeping away from Larry Dexter.  I’ll telephone the detective agency.  I suppose the manager will be disappointed that a newspaper man beat him,” which was exactly how the manager felt.

The young reporter, bidding Grace and her father good-bye, returned to the office of the Leader, going down in Fritsch’s auto.

“Well, you have given us some news!” exclaimed Mr. Emberg.  “Look at that!”

He held up the paper, the front page of which was almost all taken up with the story of the missing millionaire.

“I suppose that ends my special assignment, then.”

“This one is finished,” spoke the city editor, “but I may have another for you.”

“What kind?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

Those of my readers who want to know what Larry’s next assignment was may learn by reading the fourth volume of this series, to be called:  “Larry Dexter and the Bank Mystery, or, A Young Reporter in Wall Street.”  In that story we shall follow the young reporter through adventures which were exciting in the extreme.

The Leader beat every other paper in New York on the Potter story, and Larry was the hero of the occasion.  The next day he located Sullivan and cleared up that end of the case.

“I suppose you’d like to take a short rest?” said Mr. Emberg to the young reporter a few days later.  “You had quite a strenuous time of it in that automobile race.”

“I guess I could stand a little vacation.”

“Then you shall have it.”

Larry wondered where he would spend the vacation, but the matter was settled for him.  When he got home that night he found a telegram awaiting him.  It was from Grace Potter, and read: 

“Can’t you come down to Lakewood for a few days?  Mother and father would be glad to see you.  So would I.”