"In a few days, when my investigations are complete, I will give you the option of being arrested for embezzlement of funds belonging to Joseph Wegg and the Thompsons, or restoring to them every penny of their money." West stared.
"You are carrying matters with a high hand, sir," he sneered.
"Oh, no; I am acting very leniently," said Uncle John.
"Neither Joe nor the Thompsons own a dollar's interest in the Almaquo property.

It is all mine, and mine alone." "Then produce the stock and prove it!" retorted Mr.Merrick, triumphantly.
At that moment Louise interrupted the interview by entering the room suddenly.
"Oh, Uncle," said she, "will you join us in a picnic to the Falls tomorrow afternoon?
We are all going." "Then I won't be left behind," he replied, smiling upon her.
"We shall take even Thomas and Nora, and come home late in the evening, by moonlight." "That suits me, my dear," said he.
West stood silent and scowling, but as the girl tripped away she saw him raise his eyes and glance slyly toward the cupboard, for they were in the right wing room.
"Mr.Merrick," he resumed, in a harsh voice; "I warn you that if your company holds up the payment of my royalties it will break the contract, and I will forbid them to cut another tree.

You are doubtless aware that there are a dozen firms willing to take your place and pay me higher royalties." "Act as you please, sir," said Uncle John, indifferently.

"I believe you are face to face with ruin, and it won't matter much what you do." West went away more quietly than he had come, and the girls exclaimed, delightedly: "The trap is set, Uncle!" "I think so, myself," he rejoined.

"That picnic was a happy thought, Louise." Early the next afternoon they started out with hammocks and baskets and all the paraphernalia of a picnic party.