There, after Larry and Jones had written out their parts of the story, they turned them over to Mr. Newton, who was to arrange the whole article in proper shape. Larry, soon after this, was sent out on another assignment, and did not get a chance to see Mr. Newton until late that afternoon. “What are you going to do to-night, Larry?” asked his friend, as they were about to leave for home. “Nothing special, Mr. Newton. I don’t do any studying during the summer nights, though I guess I need it.” “No, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” responded Mr. Newton, with a smile. “Study is a good thing, but you need recreation also. Do you want to make a call with me?” “I guess so. Where is it?” “To a chemist’s.” “What’s up?” asked Larry. “Well, don’t say anything about it,” went on Mr. Newton, in a low tone, “but we may be able to work up a clew in that burglary story.” “You mean that safe robbery we were up to this morning?” “That’s the one. I think the paper you found may prove of value. But I want to be sure of my ground before I go any further. So if you will come to the chemist’s with me to-night we’ll see what may develop.” Larry didn’t see how a scrap of paper with a few blue finger-marks on it was going to be much of a clew to discover safe-blowers by, but he said nothing. It was arranged that he was to call at Mr. Newton’s house after supper. He found the older reporter waiting for him, and they took a car. “Of course, I needn’t tell you to keep quiet about this,” said Mr. Newton. “I haven’t said anything, even to Mr. Emberg, about it, for fear I might be mistaken, and get laughed at for my pains.” “I’ll not say anything,” promised Larry. In a short while they found themselves at the office of the chemist. The place was shut up, but Mr. Newton seemed to know where the scientist lived, for he rang a bell a few houses off, and, when a girl answered the door, asked: “Is Mr. Hosfer in?” “He is, but he’s very busy.” “Just tell him Mr. Newton wants to see him,” said Larry, and the girl, with an air as much as to say that her errand would be fruitless, hurried off, leaving the two reporters standing on the steps. “Not very polite,” said Mr. Newton, as they waited. The girl was soon back. “Mr. Hosfer will see you,” she said, with a very different air. “You must excuse me, but you see there are so many thieves about.” “I assure you we’re not thieves,” said Mr. Newton. “The umbrellas and hats in the hall were perfectly safe.” The girl laughed, and Mr. Newton joined in. In the midst of the merriment Mr. Hosfer, who was an old gentleman wearing iron-bowed spectacles that seemed lost under his shaggy eyebrows, shuffled into the room.