"Who is it?" asked "Bricktop," "another man to sell bonds?"
Dick handed over the card.
"New York Leader, eh? I wonder what he leads, a band or some political party?"
"That's a reporter," said Walter. "Going to let him in, Dick?"
"Yes, I guess so. I'm tired of having stuff in the papers about me; but these reporters have to get the stories they're sent after, and it's no use making it any harder for them than they have it. Tell him to come up," he said to the waiting bell boy.
A tall, good-looking youth, with a pleasant, manly air, entered the room.
To those who have read some of my other books he will not be a stranger, for he was none other than Larry Dexter, whose various adventures I have described in "The Great Newspaper Series," starting with "From Office Boy to Reporter."
"Which one is the millionaire's son, with money to burn?" Larry asked, with a laugh that showed in his eyes. He was a little older than Dick.
"I suppose I am," answered the wealthy youth.
"I'm from the Leader," said Larry Dexter. "I've been sent to get your impressions of New York, and to ask whether you find it a good place to spend money. Do you mind talking for publication?"
There was such a winning way about this re-
