"I guess you'll wish you hadn't begun
this work, my friend, before I'm through with you. You'll be in jail
ere you are many hours older. As for you," went on the man, turning to
Bert, "I warned you, once before, not to trespass on my property. I
shall also make a complaint against you. Now, clear out, both of you!"
"Suppose I refuse to go?" asked Mort coolly.
"Then I'll throw you out. I paid you your wages to the end of the
week. You can consider yourself dismissed. If you don't go--"
Muchmore paused, but there was such a fierce look on his face, as he
strode toward Bert and the stenographer, that, though neither of them
was a coward, they judged it best not to provoke the man too much.
"Oh, we'll go," replied the stenographer. "But I warn you that you
haven't heard the last of this. This place will be searched, by the
proper authorities, and that prisoner, whoever he is, will be
released."
"There is no prisoner there," retorted Muchmore. "And I'd like to see
the authorities here, or from anywhere else, search this house without
my permission. A man's house is his castle, here as much as in
England. Now you have my answer, and you can do your worst!"
"I'll inform Mr.
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