“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.” “I’ll not. I suppose it’s safe to talk over the ’phone this way.” “Of course. That’s why I selected this time. There’s no one here, and that central girl is off duty at night. Well, I guess----” At that instant Tom’s elbow accidentally touched the receiver hook, and depressed it sufficiently to produce a loud click in the instrument. “What’s that?” asked Barton Sandow, suddenly. “Is some one listening on this telephone?” “No; I guess not,” answered the lawyer. “It was only a click on the wire.” Tom smiled to himself, as he thought of how the click had been produced. “Well, I’ll have to go now,” went on the lawyer. “I guess we’ve arranged everything. Don’t forget the papers.” Then came another click, which told that Sandow had hung up his receiver. A little later Tom heard the office door close behind Cutler. “He’s gone,” the boy thought, “but I guess I heard enough. This settles the case. I wish it was morning, so I could tell Mr. Boise. I wonder what he’ll do?” In accordance with the plan, made the night before, the senior partner of the law firm came to his office very early the next morning. Tom was there waiting for him, and none of the clerks, nor the other two partners, had arrived. “Well, Tom?” asked Mr. Boise anxiously, and our hero told all that he had heard. “Too bad! Too bad!” murmured Mr. Boise. “Cutler is a bright young man. I am sorry to see him going wrong. Well, there is no help for it; I must expose him. You say Sandow is to send some papers to him this morning?” “Yes, sir.”