“I guess we can’t find them,” spoke Tom. “It does look that way,” admitted the doctor. “I wonder what we had better do next?” The aged physician seemed quite helpless in the face of this emergency. “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.” He started from the library, Tom following. The doctor got to the door, and was going out, when the telephone boy called his attention to the fact that he had neither hat nor coat on, and there was a cold March wind blowing. “Bless my soul! I forgot all about a hat,” admitted the aged physician. “I am getting quite forgetful. I was wondering where I could get a copy of the first edition of Carlyle’s Sartor Resartus. I have only a common edition, and I want a rare one. Thank you,” he added, as Tom handed him his hat and coat from the rack. “Where are you going, Lemuel?” asked Mrs. Sandow, as she suddenly appeared in the hall. “I--I am going out,” answered the doctor mildly. “Going out? This cold day! You forgot you were to sign some checks for the grocer and butcher.” “I thought I made out those checks.” “No; they were for the milkman and the coal dealer.” “Well, I suppose I must make them out.” “Perhaps they will do when we get back,” suggested Tom, for he had an idea the woman was only carrying out the general plan of herself and her husband, to cheat Dr. Spidderkins out of as much money as possible by getting him to sign extra checks. “What do you know about it, young man?” asked Mrs. Sandow sharply. “The doctor is in a hurry to get to his lawyer’s office, and I thought the checks might wait until he returned.” “Are you going to a lawyer’s office?” asked Mrs. Sandow, with suspicion in her tone. “I--I believe so--or was it the book store?” replied Dr. Spidderkins.