As for Larry, he lost no time hurrying home with Jimmy and the deed. When he entered the house, Mrs. Dexter was so excited she almost fainted, and the neighbors, hearing the good news about the return of the kidnapped boy, crowded in to learn the particulars. Larry told them as well as he could, and then, when the rooms became quiet, and the neighbors had gone to their apartments, he and his mother sat down, and Mrs. Dexter indulged in a good cry. Larry felt a little like it himself, now that the excitement was over, but he decided it was hardly what ought to be done under the circumstances. As for Jimmy he hardly knew whether to stand on his head or his feet. He danced around, hugged Mary, Lucy, his mother, and Larry, and then told of his experiences, as well as he could, in the Chinese den. Meanwhile the prisoners were safely lodged in cells, all but Peter. In consideration of his youth, he was sent to the rooms of a society that took charge of wayward boys. As soon as he had telephoned the story in to his paper, Mr. Newton went to Larry’s house. He had discarded his disguise, leaving the plumber’s outfit behind, and once more looked like himself. “Well, it’s all over, Larry,” he announced, “and I guess we came out with flying colors. I couldn’t have done it any better myself, inside that room with the gang. Your signal came just at the right time.” “Oh, I’m so glad it’s over, and that Jimmy is safe,” remarked Mrs. Dexter. “Well, it isn’t all over yet, by a good bit,” said Mr. Newton. “But I trust your worries are. Where’s that deed, Larry?” “Oh, that old deed,” exclaimed Mrs. Dexter. “I never want to see it again. It was the cause of all our trouble.” “Yes, and it may be the cause of a good deal of happiness,” said Mr. Newton. “What do you mean?” asked Larry. “Why, that paper is the title to a valuable piece of real estate. Of course you knew as much as that before, but you didn’t know just what. It develops that the Board of Aldermen have decided to make a big park up in the Bronx section. They have been keeping quiet about it so as not to have property values in that vicinity rise before they had a chance to buy what they wanted. But now that they have all they need, excepting the piece you have the deed to, they have announced their plans. You can read about them in the last edition of the _Leader_.” “Then our property is part of what will be the park?” asked Mrs. Dexter. “That’s it, and a valuable part, too. I was told by the aldermanic committee that they were prepared to offer you twenty thousand dollars for the land. If they do, and I think they will, I advise you to take it.” “Of course we will!” shouted Larry. “Think of twenty thousand dollars! We’ll be rich, mother!” “Well, not exactly rich,” remarked Mr. Newton, “but it will help some.” “No wonder the gang wanted to get possession of the land,” observed Larry.