In the middle of the night there was an alarm of fire. It came from
the box on the hill, near the Stockton mansion, and Bert, hearing the
clanging of the bell on the tower, awoke with a start and began to
dress.
"Where is the blaze?" asked Mort.
"Somewhere up near the house of mystery. I hope it isn't another false
alarm."
"May I go with you?" asked the stenographer.
"Of course. Hurry."
Mort quickly dressed, and he and Bert, the latter making his usual
promise to his mother that he would be careful, were soon hastening
from the house, and toward the location of the box, where they would
meet the engine.
"It's no false alarm!" exclaimed Mort, as they began to climb the hill
leading to the big house.
"You're right. It's a fire, but it doesn't seem to be very big. The
engine is there; I can hear the bell."
Bert and the stenographer had taken a short cut to the Stockton
mansion, and, as they emerged from the woods, on that side of the
house where Bert had picked up the mysterious message, they saw flames
shooting from one of the windows.
"The fire is on the side of the house where the prisoner is!" cried
Bert "It's in that secret corridor!"
"Maybe you'll have a chance to rescue him!" exclaimed the
stenographer.
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