"There's something queer about that house," said Mort in a whisper.
"Queer? How do you mean?"
"Well, Muchmore seems afraid that I will go into some rooms where I
have no business. Once I was going down a long corridor, when he
called me back, and said those were his private apartments, and no one
was allowed there. Then, again, I was just going into a room that the
old housekeeper said contained fine paintings, for I am very fond of
pictures, but Mr. Muchmore thrust me back, and seemed quite excited.
Then, too, the housekeeper seems very much afraid of the young nephew.
I believe there is some secret connected with that house."
"So do I," declared Bert, and he told Mort of his experience when the
fire had occurred.
"I'll keep my eyes open, and see if I can learn anything," promised
the stenographer. "If I hear anything I'll let you know. I can't
invite you to call and see me, for I'm afraid Muchmore wouldn't like
it. But the first chance I get I'll come down and see you."
"I wish you would," replied Bert. "You'll generally find me at one of
the engine houses, at least until school opens. Then I've got to begin
my studies again.
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