"Why didn"t he?" asked Tom. "A gusher, I believe, is one of the best sort of oil wells. Why didn"t your uncle clean up a fortune, to use a slang term?"
"Because he lost the papers showing that he had a right to half the oil well," answered Mary. "At least my uncle thinks he lost them, but he was so ill, directly after the well proved a success, that he says he isn"t sure what happened. At any rate, his partner claims everything and my uncle can do nothing. He has been hoping he might find the papers somewhere, or that something would happen to prove the rights of his claim."
"And nothing has?" inquired Tom.
"Not yet. My father and mother have been trying to help him, and dad engaged a lawyer, but he says nothing can be done unless my uncle recovers the partnership and other papers. As it stands now, it is my uncle"s word against the word of his partner, and both are equally good in a court of law. But if Uncle Barton could find the doc.u.ments everything would come out all right. He could claim his half of the oil well then."
"Is it still producing?" Tom questioned.
"Yes, better than ever. But that"s all the good it does my uncle. He is ill, discouraged, and despondent. All his fortune was eaten up in prospecting, and he depended on the gusher to make him rich again. And now, because of a rascally partner, he may be doomed to die a poor man.
Of course we will always help him, but you know what it is to be dependent on relatives."
"I can imagine," conceded Tom. "It is tough luck! I wish I could help, and perhaps I can after I get back from this trip."
"The only way you or any one could help, would be to get back my uncle"s missing papers," said Mary. "And as he himself isn"t sure what became of them, it seem hopeless."
"It does," Tom agreed. "But wait until I get back."
"I wish you weren"t going," sighed Mary.
"So do I--more than a little," was Tom"s remark. "I"m sorry I ever let Mr. Damon persuade me to go into this deal with Dixwell Hardley!"
Mary sat bolt upright on the couch.
"What name did you say?" she cried.
"Dixwell Hardley," repeated Tom. "That"s the name of the man who claims to know where the wreck of the Pandora lies. He says she has two millions or more in gold on board, and I"m to get half."
"Well!" exclaimed Mary, with spirit, "if you don"t get any bigger share out of the wreck than my uncle got out of the oil well, you won"t be doing so very nicely, Tom."
"What do you mean?" asked the young inventor. "What has the oil well to do with recovering gold from the wreck?"
"A good deal, I should say," answered the girl, "seeing that the same man is mixed up in both."
"What same man?"
"Dixwell Hardley!"
"Is he the man who cheated your uncle?" cried Tom.
"I won"t say that he cheated him," said Mary. "But Dixwell Hardley is the man who furnished the money when my uncle went into partnership with him to locate oil wells in Texas. The oil wells were located, Mr.
Hardley got his share, and my uncle got nothing. And just because he can"t prove there was a legal partnership! I hope you won"t have the same experience with Mr. Hardley, Tom."
"Whew!" whistled the young inventor. "This is news to me! I can say one thing, though. Mr. Hardley doesn"t take a dollar out of that wreck unless I get one to match it. I think I hold the best cards on this deal. But, Mary, are you sure it"s the same man?"
"Pretty sure. Wait, I"ll call my father and make certain," she answered, and as she went from the room to summon Mr. Nestor, Tom felt a vague sense of uneasiness.
CHAPTER XI
BARTON KEITH"S STORY
"What"s this Mary tells me, Tom?" asked Mr. Nestor, as he followed his daughter back into the room.
"You mean about Dixwell Hardley?"
"Yes. Do you suppose he can be the same man who has so meanly treated my brother-in-law?"
"I wouldn"t want to say, Mr. Nestor, until you describe to me the Mr.
Hardley you know. Then I can better tell. But from what little I have seen of the man to whom I was introduced by my friend Mr. Damon, I"d say, off hand, that he was capable of such action."
"Does Mr. Damon know this Mr. Hardley well?" asked Mrs. Nestor, who accompanied her husband.
"I wouldn"t say that he did," Tom replied. "I don"t know just how Mr.
Damon met this chap--I think it was in a financial way, though."
"Well, if it"s the same Mr. Hardley, I"ll say he has some queer financial ways," said Mr. Nestor. "Now let"s see if we can make the two jibe. Describe him, Tom."
This the young inventor did, and when this description had been compared with one given of the Mr. Hardley with whom Mr. Keith once was a.s.sociated, Mrs. Nestor said:
"It surely is the same man! The Mr. Hardley who wants you to get wealth from the bottom of the ocean, Tom, is the same fellow who is keeping my brother out of the oil well property! I"m sure of it!"
"It does seem so," Tom agreed. "Dixwell Hardley is not a usual name; but we must be careful. In spite of its unusualness there may be two very different men who have that name. I think the only way to find out for certain is to see Mr. Keith. He"d know a picture of the Dixwell Hardley who, he claims, cheated him, wouldn"t he?"
"Indeed he would!" exclaimed Mrs. Nestor. "But where could we get a picture of your Mr. Hardley? I call him that, though I don"t suppose you own him, Tom," and she smiled at her future son-in-law.
"No, I don"t own him, and I don"t want to," was Tom"s answer. "But I happen to have a picture of him. I made him furnish me with proofs that he was on the Pandora at the time she foundered in a gale, and among the doc.u.ments he gave was his pa.s.sport. It has his picture on. I have it here."
Tom drew the paper from his pocket. In one corner was pasted a photograph of the man who had been introduced to Tom by Mr. Damon.
"It looks like the same man my brother described," said Mrs. Nestor, "but of course I couldn"t be sure."
"There is only one way to be," Tom stated, "and that is to show this picture to Mr. Keith. Where is he?"
"Ill at his home in Bedford," answered Mrs. Nestor.
"Then we"ll go there and see him!" declared Tom.
"But it"s a hundred miles from here!" exclaimed Mary. "And you are leaving on your submarine trip the first thing in the morning, Tom!"
"No, I"m not leaving until I settle this matter," declared the young inventor. "I"m not going on an undersea voyage with a man who may be a cheater. I want this matter settled. I"ll postpone this trip until I find out. A day"s delay won"t matter."
"But it will take longer than that," said Mr. Nestor. "Bedford is a small place, and there"s only one train a day there. You"ll lose at least three days Tom, if you go there."
"Not necessarily," was the quick answer. "I can go by airship, and make the trip in a little over an hour. I can be back the same day, perhaps not in time to start our submarine trip, as Mr. Keith may be too ill to see me. But I won"t lose much time in my Air Scout.