slim chance, but we'll have to take it. Was it a man's voice, or a woman's?"
"Oh, a man's, I'm sure. It was very deep and heavy. No woman could speak like that."
"So much is settled, anyhow. Now about the land papers—what was meant?"
"I'll tell you," said Mrs. Damon. "You know part of our property—considerable land and some buildings—is in my name. Mr. Damon had it fixed so a number of years ago, in order to protect me. No one could get this property, and land, unless I signed the deeds, or agreed to sign them. Now all of Mr. Damon's fortune is tied up in some of Mr. Peter's companies. That is why my husband has disappeared."
"He didn't disappear—he was taken away against his will; I'm positive of that!" exclaimed Tom.
"Perhaps so," agreed Mrs. Damon, sadly. "But those are the papers referred to, I'm sure."
"Probably," assented Tom. "The rascals want to get control of everything—even your possessions. Not satisfied with ruining Mr. Damon, they want to make you a beggar, too. So they are playing on your fears. They promise to release your husband if you will give them the land."
