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"Well, I can say this much: I was only hired for this work--I and Toglet."
"Who by?"
"Squire Paget, of Westville."
Had a bombsh.e.l.l exploded at Ralph's feet he would have been no more astonished than at this declaration.
"Do you mean to say Squire Paget hired you for this work?" he demanded.
"Yes, I do. The whole scheme was his."
"But what was his object?"
"He wanted to get you out of the way."
"But why?"
"He didn't tell me why, but I reckon it was on account of some valuable Westville property."
"It must be the property down by the lake front!" cried Ralph.
"Had he the papers for that land?" asked Horace Kelsey.
"I never thought so," returned the boy, slowly. "But he might have. He used to transact most of father's business for him years ago."
"Then you can depend upon it that he has the papers."
"But the land belongs to my mother."
"He's going to force her into selling out to him," put in Martin Thomas.
"With you out of the way he felt sure, I suppose, that he could do as he pleased with your mother."
"The scamp!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Ralph, his honest eyes flas.h.i.+ng fire. "If you have told the truth, he shall suffer for this, mark my words!"
"And, hoping you will drop this matter against me," went on the prisoner, "let me give you another pointer. You wrote to your mother the other day, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, he got that letter. Your mother never saw it."
"No wonder I haven't received any reply then!" burst out Ralph. "Did you ever hear of anything so mean?" he added, turning to his rich friend.
"Your duty at present is plain, Ralph," replied the insurance agent, pointedly. "The best you can do is to take the first train home."
"You are right."
"There is no telling, if this Squire Paget is so villainous, what he may not try to do."
"You think he will not wait?"
"It is not likely. He has shown a great haste in the whole matter."
"No. Don't wait. Go home and have him locked up," put in Martin Thomas. "I will appear against him, if you wish it."
He was willing now to do anything to save himself from a long term in prison.
"I will go home," said Ralph. "I will not lose another minute."
"Shall I go along?" asked Horace Kelsey. "You may need some one to help you in your fight against so influential a man as Squire Paget."
"I shall consider it a great favor," said Ralph, and he gave the insurance agent a grateful look.
They consulted a time-table, and found that they could get a train for Chambersburgh in an hour. This train would connect with the regular lake steamer that stopped at Westville.
The two questioned Martin Thomas for a few minutes longer, and got what additional information they could from him. Then they called in the jail keeper and hurried off.
"I guess Squire Paget will be surprised when we walk in on him," said Ralph, with a grim smile.
"He will be still more surprised when he learns that Martin Thomas has been arrested and that his whole plot is known," replied Horace Kelsey.
The insurance agent had several small matters to attend to. But these did not take long, and then they took an elevated train for the depot.
Fifteen minutes later, Ralph's homeward journey had begun. It was none too soon, as the sequel will show.
CHAPTER x.x.xIX.
A SURPRISE AT CHAMBERSBURGH.
"I believe that one reason why Squire Paget wished to get me out of the situation on the bridge was because he hoped thereby to force me to leave Westville altogether," remarked Ralph, as the train sped on its way.
"Perhaps you are right," returned Horace Kelsey. "One thing is certain, he was decidedly anxious to get you out of the way; otherwise, he would not have hired this Martin Thomas a second time."
"I never thought it of Squire Paget," murmured Ralph, thoughtfully. "Why, it is simply horrible!"
"There is no telling to what depths a man will sink for the sake of money,"
returned the insurance agent. "Here in the city we see it more than in the country."
"I thought Percy Paget bad enough, but he can't be a patch to his father."
"You must be careful how you go ahead, Ralph. Squire Paget may deny the whole statement made by Martin Thomas, and then you will have some trouble to prove anything against him."
"I know that."
"The best thing you can do is to call on your mother first----"