“Everything,” was Sandow’s reply. “I got him to sign the deeds and mortgages this afternoon. He didn’t realize what they were. I told him they were some orders for books he had purchased, and he is so forgetful that he believed me. He is getting worse every day.”
“All the better for our purpose then. Well, if you have all the papers signed, send them to me at this office to-morrow.”
“What will that mean?” asked Sandow, who knew little about law.
“It will mean that the property will belong to your wife and you—after I have attached my signature as witnessing that of Dr. Spidderkins. But of course, I get my share or——”
“Of course, you will,” Sandow hastened to assure his fellow-schemer. “I’ll do just as I promised.”
“You’d better,” announced Cutler grimly, “or I could have you held for fraudulently obtaining the deeds and mortgages.”
“What about yourself?”
“Oh, a lawyer knows enough to look out for himself. But everything will be all right.”
“I hope that meddlesome boy doesn’t interfere again,” Tom heard Sandow say. “Did you get him discharged?”
“No; my plan didn’t work. Boise brought in a central girl, and she said it wasn’t Tom’s voice that gave the secret away. I believe the little witch suspected me. I’ll have to be careful. Now don’t come here to see me, and don’t call me up. I think Boise also suspects me, and I’ll have to go slow. I guess that’s all now. Don’t forget to send me the papers.”