“Because we all slept so late this morning. We all woke up drowsy and stupid, as if some drug had been used.” “Perhaps there was,” said Mr. Newton. “It has been done before.” “Now don’t write up too much,” was Mr. Robertson’s parting injunction. “No more than is necessary,” replied the reporter. “We’ll have a true account and a description of the missing jewels.” Then, having secured all the information he wanted, Mr. Newton, beckoning Larry to follow him, went out of the house. “I wish you’d go to police headquarters and get a list of the jewelry as the police have it,” said Mr. Newton to Larry. “I want to compare it with the one Mr. Robertson gave me.” “Will they give it to me?” asked the boy. “Just tell them I sent you and it will be all right,” spoke Mr. Newton. Larry accomplished his errand successfully, and reported back to the office of the Leader, where Mr. Newton had said he would meet him. Larry’s list was somewhat different from that furnished by the family, as the people had not told the police all of their loss. Mr. Newton made a good story of the big robbery. He gave a picturesque account of how the family awoke, to find themselves in a stupor, and how, finally, they were roused up and discovered the big robbery. Then there was a picture of the robbed house, and several views of the celebrated Reynolds diamonds, as well as cuts of the more prominent members of the family. Altogether it made a stirring story, and Larry wished he could have taken a more active part than he did. However, he consoled himself with the reflection that, some day, he might be a real reporter. No other paper had as good an account as did the _Leader_, which statement Mr. Emberg made after the first edition came out. “You and Larry deserve credit,” said the city editor to Mr. Newton. “I didn’t do much,” said Larry. “You helped all right,” put in Mr. Newton. “You did all right.” The Reynolds story was the biggest one of the day and there was enough news in it to carry it on the front page of most of the papers for two succeeding days. There seemed to be no clew to the thieves, though all the detectives were working on the case. One thing was certain, the jewels, which formed the largest part of the booty, were gone. They were more prized than anything else that was taken, according to the family, and a reward of one thousand dollars was offered for their return. A most careful supervision of all the pawnshops in New York and the immediate vicinity showed that the diamonds and other precious stones had not been pledged. “The thieves are hiding them until this trouble blows over,” said Mr. Newton. “Whereabouts do you suppose they have put them?” asked Larry. “I don’t know. If I did I’d go there and get the stuff and claim the reward,” answered the reporter. For several days little was talked of but the robbery. Then other, newer, and more important news of various kinds came in, and the theft was, for the time being, forgotten.