The Tower Treasure (The Hardy Boys No. 1)
Franklin W. Dixon
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A dying criminal confesses that his loot has been stored "in the tower." Both towers of the looted mansion are searched in vain. It remains for the Hardy boys to make an astonishing discovery that clears up the mystery and clears the name of a friend’s father.
could make a getaway.” “It would be an ideal place,” Chet agreed. “People coming to Willow Grove have to park at the gate, so nobody would come in here. But this old road comes in from the main highway. Let’s take a look, fellows.” A scrutinizing search was begun along the abandoned road in the direction of the highway. A moment later Frank and Chet, in the lead, cried out simultaneously. “Here’s a bypath! And here are tire marks!” Frank exclaimed. To one side was a narrow roadway, almost
turn around, but eyed his visitors in the mirror, casually telling them to sit down. Mr. Hardy took the only chair. The boys squatted on the floor. “Often heard of you, Mr. Hardy,” the actor said in a surprisingly deep voice that had a comical effect in contrast to his diminutive appearance. “Glad to meet you. What kind of call is this? Social —or professional?” “Professional.” Morley continued rubbing the make-up on his jowls. “Out with it,” he said briefly. “Ever see this wig before?” Mr.
one was being used right along. Kauffman made it specially for me. I had to get him to make another. But say—where did you find it?” “Oh, my sons located it during some detective work we’re on. The crook left this behind. I was trying to trace him by it.” Morley did not inquire further. “That’s all the help I can give you,” he said. “The police never did learn who cleaned out my dressing room.” “Too bad. Well, I’ll probably get him some other way. Give me a list and description of the articles
less, the Hardys were puzzled, disappointed, and alarmed. Their search had only resulted in implicating Mr. Robinson more deeply in the mystery. Back in the hallway of the main house they met Adelia Applegate, who crowed triumphantly when she saw the search party returning empty-handed. “Didn’t I tell you?” she cried. “Hurd Applegate, you’ve let these boys make a fool of you!” She escorted the Hardys to the front door, while her brother, shaking his head perplexedly, went back to his study.
thought, “Maybe at times Mr. Applegate isn’t such a bad sort.” They accepted the invitation and enjoyed the meal of waffles and honey. Their father then drove them to Bayport High. Frank and Joe had no sooner stepped from the car than they heard their names called. Turning, they saw Iola Morton and Callie Shaw coming toward them. “Hi, boys!” “Hi, girls!” “Say, did you hear what happened early this morning?” Callie asked. “No. School called off for today?” Joe asked eagerly. “I wish it