"
"Then he is a gambler?"
"Yes; but how did you know?"
"Well, it is rumored so in the village."
"Yes. He is a gambler, and something more. I believe he is a worse
criminal. He has had several gambling parties at his house. Men come
after dark, in automobiles, along the private road. Sometimes they
arrive in the motor boat from the other side of the lake. They don't
pass through the village at all. Oh, I see and hear things that
Muchmore never suspects I know about."
"But what makes you think he is a criminal?"
"Because he has had me doing some queer work lately."
"What kind?"
"Making copies of old deeds and mortgages. Now, no man has deeds and
mortgages copied unless he is going to dispose of property, and all
this property is in the name of Harris Stockton, his uncle. I believe
Muchmore is up to some crooked game."
"But where is Mr. Stockton?"
"That's what I can't find out. Muchmore says he is in Europe, and I
often write for him letters addressed to his uncle, which are directed
to different cities in France and Germany. But Muchmore always mails
them himself. I don't know where Mr. Stockton is. If I did I'd send
him word of what is going on in his house, and what I suspect his
nephew is up to.
Pages:
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175