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 reporter, so different from that noticeable in many of the newspaper men Dick had been inflicted with, that the millionaire's son liked him at once. Larry did not take it for granted that Dick must submit to the questions, but, in a gentlemanly way, asked for permission to "write him up." "I don't know that I can tell you anything that will be of interest to the paper," said Dick, "but I'll do my best." "That's a relief," returned Larry. "I just came from a crusty old man--a professor who has discovered a new way of making milk keep--and he was so grouchy I couldn't get a word out of him. It's a big change to find somebody who will talk." "Please don't make up a lot of silly, sensational stuff?" pleaded Dick. "I'm tired of all that. I'm no different from other fellows." "Oh, yes, you are!" interrupted Larry with a laugh. "You have millions of money, and you'll find that makes all the difference in the world. It will gain you friends, position--in fact, almost anything. At least so they tell me," he added with another smile. "I never had a million myself. But now let's get down to business. What do you think of New York? Can you spend money here as fast as you want to?" "He came pretty near spending it faster than he wanted to last night," put in "Bricktop." "How was that?" asked Larry quickly, feeling that there was "in the air," so to speak, a story out of the usual run. Thereupon Dick told about the attempted bond swindle. "Say, this is great!" exclaimed Larry. "This is the best yet! This beats having you talk about New York. Do me a favor, will you?" "What is it?" inquired Dick. "If it's to buy some gilt-edged bonds, I'm afraid I'll have to decline." "No, it's only this. Don't say anything about this bond business to any other reporters." "I'm not likely to, unless they ask me to," replied Dick. "But why?" "Because I want to get a beat out of it." "A beat?" inquired "Bricktop," while the other boys looked puzzled. "Yes. An exclusive story. I don't want the reporters for any other papers to get hold of it. If I have it all alone in the _Leader_ it will be a feather in my cap. News that no other paper has is the very best kind."? "Gilt-edged, I suppose," put in Dick. "That's it," replied Larry quickly. "Now don't tell any other reporters, will you?"