"First thing you know you'll be getting
offers from some big city department."
"Oh, I guess not. But how are things at the house of mystery? Have you
discovered anything new?"
The two had walked out from the barn, to converse alone.
"I don't like the way things are going," replied the stenographer.
"Muchmore gave me several other deeds to copy to-day, and in some he
had me change the descriptions and names. I don't like it. I'm sure,
now, that he is a crook."
"Can you do anything?"
"That's just what I was thinking about. I have an idea he has some
person a prisoner on that top floor, whom he is holding there until
that person does as he wants, in the matter of some property."
"If we could only get word to Mr. Stockton," said Bert, "he might call
in the authorities."
"Yes, if we could, that would be the very thing. But I don't know how
to do it. I wrote him a letter, and mailed it in the post-office, but
a little later I saw it on Muchmore's table. He must get Mr.
Stockton's mail, and forward it. And now I think Muchmore suspects me,
because he probably opened that letter I wrote to his uncle. So we may
as well take the bull by the horns, and do something.
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