"
"Yes; but what?"
Mort looked around to see that no one would overhear him.
"I'm going to make a try to get on that top floor," he said, "and I
want you to help me."
"When are you going to do it?"
"To-night, in a little while. Muchmore is away, and there's nobody but
the housekeeper there. We'll see who that mysterious prisoner is, who
sends out typewritten messages asking for help. Will you come?"
"Sure. I don't have to stay here. It's my night off."
"Then come up to the Stockton mansion in about an hour. Go to the side
door, knock three times, then a pause, then twice, and I'll know it's
you, and let you in. We'll see if we can't solve the mystery."
About an hour after this conversation Bert knocked at the door of the
big house as directed. The place seemed deserted, and there was not a
ray of light to be seen.
"I wonder if he's here, or if Muchmore found out what he was up to,
and drove him out," thought Bert, as he waited for an answer. But in a
few minutes the stenographer admitted him.
"Don't make any noise," he cautioned. "Mrs. Blarcum is in her room,
but she has good hearing in spite of her age, and I think she is
somehow mixed up with the mystery.
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