Larry Dexter and the bank mystery

He had no time to finish the sentence, for the man who had thus rudely spoken brushed against Larry, almost hurling him from his feet, and now fairly ran down the steps leading...

While Larry Dexter is on his way to the Consolidated National Bank, to use his wits in order to get the story of the robbery, which it seemed that the bank officials did not wan...

The office of Mr. Hampton Potter, the millionaire, was not far from the bank where Harry had tried unsuccessfully to get the story of the robbery. The young reporter was soon in...

There was quite a different scene being enacted in the Consolidated National Bank when Larry arrived there, about three o’clock on the afternoon of the day his story of the robb...

“Well, what’s the first thing to do, Larry?” asked Mr. Potter, with a smile. He had returned to the bank shortly after giving Larry the details of the robbery. “How are you goin...

“Larry, aren’t you late to-night?” asked his mother, as, shortly after his talk with the bank directors, the young reporter entered the apartment where he lived. “Oh, are you go...

For a moment Larry did not know what to do. It seemed almost unnatural that, at the very moment when his long quest should have been partly successful, the very man whom, above...

“What would happen if any one met me, and saw what I had in this package,” mused Larry, as he walked up Wall street with the bricks in their newspaper wrappings under his arms....

The brick story made good reading, even if it was but a record of failure, and, for that matter, almost anything that was printed about the great bank mystery was eagerly pored...

Larry Dexter’s task was not an easy one. In the first place there were nearly a hundred of the bank employees, about whose houses he had to circle, in order to determine if ther...

“Oh, no, I don’t know her, of course. She and I don’t move in exactly the same society circle,” spoke Miss Mason, with a frank laugh. “But I’ve often seen her in our store--you...

For a few minutes Larry stood in the kitchen of the unfinished house, looking out of the window at the casement of the boarding-house establishment in the rear--at the window of...

One way in which the detectives hoped to get a trace of the man who had the million dollars, provided that it was an employee of the bank who had taken the money, was to note wh...

Fearing that the next explosion might be even worse, and not only shatter the glass, but throw down some of the surrounding buildings themselves, Larry fairly pulled Miss Potter...

Harrison Witherby showed no surprise when, a little later that afternoon, a messenger summoned him to the private office of the bank president. But if he was calm and collected...

“Who’s that?” thought Larry instantly. “If it’s Witherby he’ll take the alarm, and go at once. But no, it can’t be that chap. He’s too far off. And if it’s any of the other boar...

“Now, Larry, tell us all about it,” invited Mr. Bentfield a little later, when, with his lawyer, he had greeted the young reporter in his private office of the bank. It was past...

This seemed to galvanize the bank president into action. Quickly he lifted up the valise, and, as he did so, a change came over his face. It had been hopeful, now it showed desp...

Those were busy days for Larry Dexter. Not only did he have to consider his paper, and arrange for a story each day about the bank mystery, but he had to act as a sort of detect...

Seven Mile Beach, on the Jersey coast, was the place where Larry had once had an assignment to cover a story about a wreck of a steamship, and was also his starting point in the...

Larry wired a brief account of his trip, and the necessity for a change in his plans, to Mr. Emberg, and also to the bank president. Then, having said good-bye to the fisherman,...

While it was easy for Larry to follow Witherby along the streets, which, at that hour of the night, were not crowded, it was not so easy to avoid observation because of that sam...

With a quick motion Larry ripped the end off the envelope. A glance gave him the contents of the message. It was from his city editor, Mr. Ember, and read:

Every paper in New York was fairly bristling with the new development in the million-dollar bank mystery. All the stories concerned the note of confession left by Norton, his fl...

Had Larry exploded a bombshell under the other man’s car, the effect on him would not have been any more startling. And yet, aside from the number of the car, the young reporter...