Though he had no definite object in view, Larry had an idea he might chance on some evidence as to where the man lived who had pawned the ring, or might discover some trace of the sign of the Rising Sun. He looked about on the walls and doors of the halls. There were many devices painted thereon. Dragons, snakes, strange birds, and grinning heads. “I guess I’ll go back and tell Mr. Newton,” thought Larry. “He’ll know how to go about this better than I do.” However, there remained the third and top floor hall to inspect, and Larry climbed the stairs to that. He walked from the front to the rear. “Nothing here, I guess,” he murmured. Then, with a sudden beating of his heart, he caught sight, on the door of a room at the end of the corridor, of a crudely-painted rising sun, with red and yellow rays radiating from it, as it was coming up from behind a mountain. “This must be the place!” exclaimed the young reporter under his breath. The next instant he heard from behind the door a cry as of someone in pain or distress, and to Larry the voice sounded like that of his kidnapped brother. “I wonder—I wonder if Jimmy can be in there!” he gasped. Once more the stifled cry sounded, and Larry’s heart almost stopped beating. He was sure he had found his brother. He sprang forward, and rapped loudly on the door. Instantly there sounded a shuffling of feet from behind the portal. Then all grew still. “Let me in!” cried Larry. He paused for a reply. Then he knocked again, and kicked with his feet on the door, but no one answered, and the sturdy oaken portal was not opened. Larry was much excited. He wanted to break down the barrier, and see what was beyond it. He wanted to rush in, and, if his brother was there, to tear him away from the men who had kidnapped him. “I’d better go for help,” Larry said to himself, at length. “I can’t do anything alone. Anyhow, I’ve located the Rising Sun crowd. I’d better not make too much of a fuss, or they’ll suspect I’m after them, and move away.” He hurried downstairs, wishing he could find Mr. Newton at once, instead of waiting until night, when the older reporter had promised Larry to call at the Dexter house. “I suppose he’s trailing the end from the sign of the blue hand,” thought Larry. He had half a mind to see if he could not locate the gang’s former headquarters, but he feared that the quest might lead him into trouble. Also, he did not want to spoil any plans Mr. Newton had made. “I guess the only thing I can do is to wait until to-night,” mused Larry, “though I hate to go home without good news, no matter how little.” But he knew it was the best thing to do, and he was soon at his house, relating to his mother and Lucy what he had experienced. “Do you really think he’s there?” asked Mrs. Dexter. “I’m almost certain,” replied Larry. “Just you wait, mother. I’m sure we’ll have Jimmy before another day goes by.”