“If you do I’ll try and help you remember,” said the boy with a laugh.
Tom bade the doctor good-night, and started out of the door. As he opened the portal, and stepped into the faintly-lighted hall, he thought he heard the rustle of a woman’s dress, and he was almost sure he saw a figure hastily disappearing around the corner.
“That must have been Mrs. Sandow,” thought Tom, “and I believe she was listening at the doctor’s door. There’s something queer going on in this house, and I wish I knew what it was.”
CHAPTER XIII
A MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE
There was a slight accident on the trolley line that night, when Tom was going home. A truck got stalled on the track, and it was nearly midnight when he got to the house, where he found his mother anxiously waiting for him.
“You poor boy!” she exclaimed. “Where have you been? Did you have your supper?”
“Oh, yes. When I found the trolleys were blocked I got out of the car, which happened to be near a small restaurant, and I had a nice little meal. I had to go to Dr. Spidderkins’ house for Mr. Boise.”
“I think you have a good deal of night work to do, Tom.”
“Well, I’m the youngest member of the firm,” replied her son jokingly. “I’ve got to do the hard work until I rise in my profession.”
Tom fell asleep vainly wondering whether or not he had better mention to Mr. Boise the suspicions he had concerning Barton Sandow and his wife. But, in the morning, he decided he had better not interfere with what did not concern him.