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Updated: June 29, 2025
From the nozzle came the white, frothy mixture. Bert directed it at the window through which the flames were coming. "Don't you dare go in that hall!" shouted Muchmore, running from the side door of the house to the foot of the ladder. "The fire doesn't amount to much. You can put it out from where you are, young man. I never called your department out.
There was a moment's silence, but no cry came from behind the door, one panel of which was shattered. "You see," sneered Muchmore. "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.
Thinking the person who had thrown out the mysterious message was again about to open the shutters, Bert watched anxiously, but, instead, a window on the second floor opened and Mort Decker leaned out. "Hello!" began Bert. "Hush!" exclaimed Mort, placing his fingers over his lips as an additional signal of caution. "Get away from here, Bert; Mr. Muchmore is coming!"
Before he could distinguish the answer, if one was made, there sounded from behind the two rescuers, a woman's scream, and they turned to see Mrs. Blarcum rushing at them. "Come away from there!" she cried. "Come away! Mr. Muchmore doesn't allow any one there!" "I don't care what he allows!" retorted Mort. "We're going to get at the bottom of this mystery!"
Appelby. "Maybe he lost his head on account of the fire." "And he lost his manners, too," added Vincent, at the recollection of Muchmore's mean words. "Well, the house is safe now," went on Mr. Appelby. "I guess we can leave. I suppose Muchmore can attend to things now. Let's gather up the buckets, Sagger, and go home. I'd like to get a little more sleep."
I can't read as many postals as I used to." "Then if I wrote a letter to Mr. Stockton, you don't think he'd get it?" "I don't know. I do know that Muchmore would get it first. Maybe he forwards his uncle's mail." "I don't believe I'll write any letter then," thought Bert. "I have nothing only suspicions, at best. I think something wrong is going on at that house, but I can't prove it. I think Mr.
Once more he rained a shower of blows on the door. "Get away from there!" cried the old woman, rushing up, and grabbing the stenographer by the arm. "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!
"Very well," replied the young captain, quietly, as he returned to Tom and Charlie. Just then he thought he saw a flicker of flame beyond where Muchmore was standing. He started forward to investigate. "Keep back, I tell you!" cried the man, and he thrust Bert to one side so violently that the young fireman hit the wall with considerable force. "There's no need for you to do that!"
Would he get a sight of the prisoner held there? He tried to pierce the darkness. Surely that was a movement, surely that was someone hurrying to the window. Bert looked down. He caught one glimpse of Muchmore, in the light from a lantern Tom Donnell was carrying, rushing at the ladder, as if to upset it, and precipitate the boy on it to the ground, thirty feet below.
I wrote him a letter, and mailed it in the post-office, but a little later I saw it on Muchmore's table. He must get Mr. Stockton's mail, and forward it. And now I think Muchmore suspects me, because he probably opened that letter I wrote to his uncle. So we may as well take the bull by the horns, and do something." "Yes; but what?" Mort looked around to see that no one would overhear him.
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