Then Muchmore began to make out deeds and other papers, compelling his
uncle, by threats of violence, to sign such as were necessary for his
purpose. Mr. Stockton tried several times to escape, but the rascally
nephew and housekeeper were too much for him. Once Mr. Stockton
managed to get as far as the office where Mort Decker, under the
direction of Muchmore, was in the habit of copying deeds. The
stenographer was out at the time, and the office was deserted, and, as
he could not find a pen, the old man used the typewriter to prepare
the mysterious note Herbert found. He was disturbed before he could
finish it, but he carried it away with him, and, at the first
opportunity, threw it from the window.
But now he had no more to fear, thanks to the rescue by Herbert.
"I can't thank you enough," he said to the young chief. "But for you I
might still be a prisoner."
"You helped yourself as much as we helped you," said Bert "It was a
good idea, to think of starting that fire."
"Yes, it was the only thing I could think of. This place is so
lonesome that persons seldom pass by, or I might have called to some
of them, when I was well enough.
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