Müller’s Mystery

Müller’s Mystery

Part II

The night was dark and cold as the wind rustled outside the windows. Jack had a feeling this was a bad idea. How did Lindsey ever succeed in making him do this kind of stuff? Her plan was to sneak the will out of the parlor and compare the writing with Great Grandfather’s writing. Then she would be able to prove that someone had swapped the will.

Jack had been waiting in the dark hallway for hours it seemed. Grandfather was still in the parlor. He could hear him pace around the carpet. It was pointless. Jack was tired. If he stood there another minute he would fall asleep and get caught in the morning. Feeling miserable he was about to turn away when heard steps behind him. He froze in place. The steps where heading down into the basement. Quickly he followed soundlessly. A door squeaked ever so softly. As Jack reached the head of the stairway he saw a shadow creeping along the steps. Suddenly the shadow pulled out a Key and opened the door to Grandfather’s study. Carefully Jack crept down and peeked into the dark room. He could barely make out the shadow as it opened Grandfather’s safe and put in a pile of papers.

Why did he do that? Jack wondered. If he had been a burglar, he would’ve taken papers out of the safe. Not put things in. Jack quickly hid in the shadows as the stranger came out of the study locking it as he went. Jack creeped out of the shadows bewildered. Whoever this man was, he had a key to the house and he knew when everyone would be asleep. If what Lindsey had said was right, then this man was either stealing for Uncle Theodore or he was Uncle Theodore. Things where getting weirder by the minute.

Jack went back upstairs like a ghost and quietly entered Lindsey’s room. Just like he thought, she was wide awake waiting for him. 

“Well?” She asked in a whisper. “Did you find the will?”

“No, Grandpa was in the parlor. While I was waiting for him to leave I saw someone go into the study. Whoever it was put a lot of papers in Grandpa’s safe, he had the key.”

“I knew something was up.” Lindsey said excitedly as she crept out of bed. “I bet Uncle Theodore just wants the money so badly he will likely do anything to get it.”

“But we don’t know for sure that it was Uncle Theodore who stole the true will.” Jack said.

“But I saw him sneaking out of the basement. I know it has to be him. After all, nobody likes him.”

“But how are we ever going to prove it?”

“We have to find the real will.” Lindsey said in a mysterious whisper.

“The real will?”

“Of course. They said they had finally found it after 50 years. But maybe they only found the false will. Who knows? The real will might still be lost.”

Jack snapped his fingers. “Capital idea, Lin. We have got to find it before Uncle Theodore gets his hands on the money.”

“We only have until next week. The lawyer will be coming then.” Lindsey said.

“We’ll find it.” Jackson said confidently. “I have a feeling I know just where to start looking.” There was a far-away look in his eyes