"Help! Help!" she added. "Mr. Muchmore,
he is breaking down the door to the secret corridor!"
Suddenly there sounded from below the rush of feet. Then came a
startled cry.
"I'm coming!" some one shouted.
"Muchmore! It's Muchmore!" exclaimed Mort, pausing. "If he finds us
here--"
"Let's stick it out!" urged Bert bravely. "We'll find out what this
means!"
An instant later, Muchmore, his face distorted with anger, rushed upon
them.
CHAPTER XXV
THE MYSTERY SOLVED--CONCLUSION
"Get away from that door!" yelled the enraged man. "What right have
you to be prying into my affairs? I hired you to do copying work for
me, not to roam about this house."
"Well, I'm done copying those illegal deeds for you!" retorted Mort.
"And, what's more, we're going to find out whom you have a prisoner in
there!"
"A prisoner? You are joking. There is no one in there."
"Yes, there is. He wrote an appeal for help on the typewriter and
tossed the paper from the window. Hark, you can hear him calling for
help!"
There was a moment's silence, but no cry came from behind the door,
one panel of which was shattered.
"You see," sneered Muchmore.
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