“You had better come with me to see Mr. Boise,” suggested Tom. “He can tell you what to do. I may say to you, Dr. Spidderkins, that your estate is in danger.”
“In danger? From whom?”
“I am not sure that Mr. Boise would want me to tell you, but I will risk saying that he suspects Mr. and Mrs. Sandow.”
“What? Those two whom I have trusted in everything?”
“Mr. Boise suspects them, and also suspects a young lawyer in his office.”
“Oh, dear!” exclaimed the doctor. “I know nothing about business. All I know about is books. Do you suppose they have got everything I possess? I used to be a rich man.”
He was quite distressed, but Tom hastened to assure him that he thought the plot had been discovered in time.
“I left everything to Mr. and Mrs. Sandow,” went on the physician. “I gave them money whenever they wanted it, and I signed the checks they made out for the tradesmen’s bills. Now to think how they have repaid me!”
“We had better hurry down to the office,” urged Tom. “I think Mr. Boise will be waiting for you.”
“Very well, I will go at once. Let me see, where did I put that book I was reading? Oh, here it is. I think I will take it along with me. It may calm my mind.”