Stockton knows about our new department?" he said.
"I'd like to send him one of those postals, though I don't really know
him very well. Still, I think he would be interested. Do you know his
address?"
"No, Bert, I don't."
"I heard he had gone to Europe."
"Maybe he has, but I can't say."
"Do you get any letters for him?"
"Yes, quite a few."
"Then don't you forward them?"
"No, for I don't know where to send them. Besides, that nephew of his
calls for the mail, and takes the letters addressed to Mr. Stockton,
as well as his own. I don't believe Mr. Stockton is in Europe."
"Then where is he?"
"That's more than I know, Bert. It's something I don't have time to
bother about, with the increase in the mail, and my eyesight getting
poorer and poorer each day. I can't read as many postals as I used
to."
"Then if I wrote a letter to Mr. Stockton, you don't think he'd get
it?"
"I don't know. I do know that Muchmore would get it first. Maybe he
forwards his uncle's mail."
"I don't believe I'll write any letter then," thought Bert. "I have
nothing only suspicions, at best. I think something wrong is going on
at that house, but I can't prove it.
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