“Arrest them at once,” said the elderly lawyer. “What’s that? Cutler came back, took some papers from his desk, and hurried away again? Well, say nothing about that until I return. “I think we have seen the last of Mr. Cutler,” remarked Mr. Boise as he hung up the receiver. “Well, perhaps it is better so. I should have gotten rid of him in any event.” “Perhaps he has some papers belonging to me,” said Dr. Spidderkins. “No. Before we came away I went through his desk, and I took out all the documents referring to your estate. But I hope Keen is in time.” “Let’s go and see,” suggested the physician, and, locking up his house, he, together with Mr. Boise and Tom, hurried to the Parker House. CHAPTER XXV TOM’S PROMOTION--CONCLUSION Never had a trolley car seemed to travel so slowly as did that one from the Back Bay section, in which the three anxious ones rode. But finally they reached their destination. As they hurried into the lobby of the hotel they were met by Mr. Keen. “Well?” asked Mr. Boise anxiously. “We caught them just in time,” replied his partner. “They had engaged a cab, and had tickets to New York, when I appeared on the scene with an officer, and placed them under arrest.” “Where are they now?” “Safe in a room, with a policeman on guard. I thought that better than taking them to the station house, as I believe they will confess, and make restitution. They are both badly frightened.” This proved to be the case. All the bluster had gone from Mr. Sandow, and his wife was no longer the sneering woman she had been. She was weeping in one corner of the room as Dr. Spidderkins and his friends entered. “So, this is the way you repay me for my kindness to you both, is it?” the aged physician exclaimed. “Oh, Lemuel, forgive me!” pleaded his sister-in-law. “I don’t know why we did it! But you had so much money and we didn’t have any.” “I would always have provided you with a comfortable home,” went on the doctor. “But now I will compel you to give up what you stole, and I will turn you out of my house.” “We’ll--we’ll give it all back, Lemuel,” promised Mrs. Sandow. “We didn’t spend much of it. That lawyer got some, but the rest we have.” “Yes; Eli Cutler is as guilty as we are,” added Mr. Sandow. “Why don’t you arrest him?” “Perhaps we will,” replied Mr. Boise. “But are you now ready to turn over to Dr. Spidderkins all that you took belonging to him?” “I suppose so,” mumbled Sandow. “If they do I think it would be better to avoid the notoriety of an arrest and prosecution,” suggested the lawyer to his client.