“Then we must intercept them. Watch all the mail that comes for him, and bring it to me. I will arrange to send him to the court house to look up some records, so he will be out of the way.” Mr. Cutler seemed quite surprised when, as he came in a little later, he was told by Mr. Boise to go to the surrogate’s office, to see about a certain will. “But I have some matters here that require my attention,” he objected. “Can’t one of the clerks go? I----” “It is a very particular matter,” replied Mr. Boise somewhat stiffly. “I prefer to have you do it.” “Very well,” answered the junior partner. “Is there any mail for me?” he asked of Tom, for the postman used to lay all the letters on the telephone table, whence, after Tom had sorted them, a messenger boy distributed them to the different offices. “No, sir,” replied Tom. “If any comes have it at once put in my desk,” went on Mr. Cutler, “and see that it is not disturbed. I am expecting some important letters.” “Yes; I guess they are important,” thought Tom. With no very good grace Mr. Cutler left the office to go to the court house. He had not been gone more than an hour before a special messenger left a bulky package for him. “These must be the deeds and mortgages, secured from Dr. Spidderkins by that rascally Sandow,” thought Tom, as he left the switchboard for a moment, to take them to Mr. Boise. “You had better remain here, Tom,” said the senior lawyer. “I may want you to go to see Dr. Spidderkins. Tell Roscoe to take the switchboard for a while.” Roscoe was the young clerk who relieved Tom at noon. “Yes, these are the papers,” went on Mr. Boise, when Tom had returned to his office. “Ah, to what depths of depravity Cutler has sunk! He would commit a serious crime in order to enrich himself.” “Is it too late to save the property for Dr. Spidderkins?” asked Tom. “No; fortunately you spoke in time. Had it not been for you the doctor would have lost nearly all he possessed. His sister-in-law seems to be in the game also. Her name is on some of the documents. Now I want you to hurry to the doctor’s house. You must see him at once, and get those papers which I sent to him by you, some time ago. I will need them in arranging this matter. Do not let Mrs. Sandow know what you come for.” “All right,” said Tom as he started off. “Here is where I get ahead of Sandow, and get even with him for calling me a gutter-pup,” he added to himself. Mrs. Sandow answered the door bell, as usual, when Tom rang. Probably the old doctor, if he ever heard it, forgot all about it as soon as the echoes of the peals died away. “Well, what do you want?” asked the woman, in a sharp tone, as she saw Tom. “I wish to see Dr. Spidderkins.” “Well, you can’t. He’s busy.” “But this is very important.” “I can’t help it. You can give me the message, and I’ll tell him when I get a chance.”