"That's all bosh!" exclaimed Larry. "That's what I think," the city editor said. "Now get on the job, Larry, and arrange to give us a good story for to-morrow. Keep watch of Retto, and as soon as the doctors will let you see him try again, though of course it may not be for several days." Larry was all at sea. He hung up the telephone receiver with a vague feeling that being a reporter on a special assignment was not all it was cracked up to be. "Easy enough to say get a good story for to-morrow," he remarked to himself, "but I'd like to know how I'm going to do it? The story--the only story there is--is safe with Retto, and he can't tell it." "What shall I do?" Larry asked himself. "Let me think. I guess I'd better go see Captain Tantrella and ask him to keep mum about Retto until I have another chance at the man. Then I'll--I'll go and tell Grace. She'll want to know all about it." He found Captain Tantrella at his hotel, having finished all the details connected with the docking of the _Turtle_. The commander readily agreed to keep quiet concerning Retto's identity, since the captain had no desire for further newspaper notoriety. "I will do more than this," he declared. "I will give you the package belonging to that queer man. I have to sail again soon, on a long voyage, and he might need it before I come back. You can give it to him if he recovers. If he does not--well, the authorities can open it. It may contain money or something that will tell about the poor fellow. I leave it with you." Larry was glad to get possession of the package that seemed of such importance to Retto. He wished he could open it, as he thought he might get a clue to the connection between the millionaire and the mysterious man, but he knew he would have no right to do that. Also it would give him a sort of claim on Retto, and, by returning the package, he could have a good excuse for going to see him. "Now to tell Grace," remarked Larry, as he left Captain Tantrella. "I'm sure she'll be anxious to hear the news." The millionaire's daughter was indeed glad to see Larry. She had read the first edition of the _Leader_, and wanted to know if there was anything further to tell. "I hoped to be able to give you some definite news," replied Larry, in answer to her questions. Then he related the scene in the hospital. "Poor man!" exclaimed Grace. "I wish I could go and see him." "I'm afraid they wouldn't let you," said the reporter. "I called up the place just before I came here and they said the man was still under the influence of ether, though the operation was over." "Was it a success?" "They think so, but it will be some time before he will be able to talk to anyone about your father. We shall have to be patient." "It is so hard," complained Grace, and Larry agreed with her. He did not yet see how he was going to get a story for the next day's paper--that is, a story which would have some fresh features in it.