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Aunt Jane's Nieces at Millville

CHAPTER XXII.

CAUGHT.

"We're early," said Beth, as they came to the edge of the woods and

sighted the farm house; "but that is better than being late."

Then she stopped suddenly with a low cry and pointed to the right wing,

which directly faced them. Bob West turned the corner of the house,

tried the door of Uncle John's room, and then walked to one of the

French windows. The sash was not fastened, so he deliberately opened it

and stepped inside.

"What shall we do?" gasped Patsy, clasping her hands excitedly.

Beth was always cool in an emergency.

"You creep up to the window, dear, and wait till you hear me open the

inside door," said she. "I'll run through the house and enter from the

living-room. The key is under the mat, you know."

"But what can we do? Oughtn't we to wait until Uncle John and father

come?" Patsy asked, in a trembling voice.

"Of course not. West might rob the cupboard and be gone by that time.

We've got to act promptly, Patsy; so don't be afraid."

Without further words Beth ran around the back of the house and

disappeared, while Patsy, trying to control the beating of her heart,

stole softly over the lawn to the open window of Uncle John's room.

She could not help looking in, at the risk of discovery. Bob West--tall,

lean and composed as ever--was standing beside the cupboard, the doors

of which were wide open. The outer doors were of wood, panelled and

carved; the inner ones were plates of heavy steel, and in the lock that

secured these latter doors were the keys that had so long been missing.

Both were attached to a slender silver chain.

As Patsy peered in at the man West was engaged in deliberately examining

packet after packet of papers, evidently striving to find the missing

stock certificates. He was in no hurry, believing he would have the

house to himself for several hours; so he tumbled Captain Wegg's

souvenirs of foreign lands in a heap on the floor beside him, thrusting

his hand into every corner of the cupboard in order that the search

might be thorough.

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