Stockton," threatened Bert.
"Do, you young rascal, when you can find him," and, with a laugh,
Muchmore motioned his two unwelcome visitors to leave.
"Well, we didn't find out much," remarked the stenographer, as he and
Bert were descending the hill toward the village. "I'm afraid I made
rather a mess of it. He came back unexpectedly."
"Maybe he never went away."
"Mrs. Blarcum said he was going to be gone all night."
"I believe she's in with him. But we certainly learned one thing. Some
person is a prisoner in the house, and it's a man who wants to get
out."
"And we'll help him," added Mort. "I'll inform the authorities in the
morning."
"Where will you stay to-night?" asked Bert.
"I don't know. I guess I'll go to the hotel."
"It isn't a very good place. Better come to my house. There are only
mother and I, and we have a spare room for you."
"You are very kind. I'll come."
Mrs. Dare welcomed the stenographer, and, after he and Bert had talked
over the queer events of the evening, they went to bed, intending to
start an official inquiry the first thing in the morning.
But fate took a hand in the matter, and the mystery was solved sooner
than Bert or Mort expected it would be.
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