The Tower Treasure thb-1

by Franklin W. Dixon

  Then he said, 'Yes, I took the stuff-but I didn't dare try selling any of it right

  away, so I hid it. You can get all the stuff back easily. It's in the old tower-'

  "That was all he said. Jackley lost consciousness then and never regained

  it."

  "When did Smuff get there?" Joe asked eagerly.

  "Not until after Jackley had gone into a coma," Mr. Hardy replied. "We

  both sat by his bed, hoping the man would awaken, but he died within an

  hour. Just where Jackley hid the loot in the old tower, he was never able to

  say."

  "Does Smuff know what Jackley said?"

  "No."

  "If the loot's hidden in the old Applegate tower, we'll find it in no time!"

  Frank exclaimed.

  "Tower Mansion has two towers-the old and the new," Joe reminded him.

  "We'll search the old tower first."

  "The story seems likely enough," Mr. Hardy remarked. "Jackley would gain

  nothing by lying about it on his deathbed. He probably became panicky after

  he committed the robbery and hid in the old tower until he was able to get

  away safely. No doubt he decided to hide the stuff there and take a chance on

  coming back for it some time after the affair had blown over."

  Joe nodded. "That was why Jackley couldn't be traced through the jewels

  and the bonds. They were never disposed of-they've been lying in the old

  tower all this time!"

  "I tried to get him to tell me in just what part of the tower the loot was

  hidden," Mr. Hardy continued, "but he died before he could say any more."

  "Too bad," said Frank. "But it shouldn't be hard to find the loot, now that

  we have a general idea where it is. Probably Jackley didn't hide it very

  carefully. Since the old tower has been unoccupied for a long time, the stuff

  would be safe there from snoopers."

  Joe jumped up from his chair. "I think we ought to get busy and go search

  the old tower right away. Oh, boy! Maybe we can hand old Mr. Applegate his

  jewels and bonds this afternoon and clear Mr. Robinson! Let's go!"

  "I'll leave it to you boys to make the search," said Mr. Hardy with a smile.

  "Then you can have the satisfaction of turning over the stolen property to

  Mr. Applegate. I guess you can get along without me in this case from now

  on."

  "We wouldn't have got very far if it hadn't been for you," Frank declared.

  "And I wouldn't have got very far if it hadn't been for you, so we're even."

  Mr. Hardy's smile broadened. "Well, good luck to you."

  As the boys started from the study, Frank said, "Thanks, Dad. I only hope

  the Applegates don't throw us out when we ask to be allowed to look around

  inside the old tower."

  "Just tell them," his father advised, "that you have a pretty good clue to

  where the bonds and jewels are hidden and they'll let you search."

  Joe grinned. "Frank, we'll have that thousand-dollar reward before the day

  is over!"

  The brothers raced from the house, confident that they were about to solve

  the Tower Treasure mystery.

  CHAPTER XV

  The Tower Search

  WHEN the Hardy boys reached Tower Mansion at four o'clock the door was

  opened by Hurd Apple-gate himself. The tall, stooped gentleman peered at

  them through his thick-lensed glasses. In one hand he held a sheet of stamps.

  "Yes?" he said, seemingly annoyed at being disturbed.

  "You remember us, don't you?" Frank asked politely. "We're Mr. Hardy's

  sons."

  "Fenton Hardy, the detective? Oh, yes. Well, what do you want?"

  "We'd like to look through the old tower, if you don't mind. We have a clue

  about the robbery."

  "What kind of clue?"

  "We have evidence that leads us to believe the jewels and bonds were hidden

  by the thief in the old tower."

  "Oh! You have evidence, have you?" The elderly man peered at the boys

  closely. "It's that rascal Robinson, I'll warrant, who gave it to you. He hid the

  stuff, and now he's suggesting where you might find it, just to clear himself."

  Frank and Joe had not considered the affair in this light, and they gazed at

  Mr. Applegate in consternation. At last Joe spoke up.

  "Mr. Robinson has nothing to do with this," he said. "The real thief was

  found. He said the loot was hidden in the old tower. If you will just let us take

  a look around, we'll find it for you."

  "Who was the real thief?"

  "We'd rather not tell you, sir, until we find the stolen property, then we'll

  reveal the whole story."

  Mr. Applegate took off his glasses and wiped them with his handkerchief. He

  stared at the boys suspiciously for a few moments. Then he called out:

  "Adelia!"

  From the dim interior of the hallway a high feminine voice answered.

  "What do you want?"

  "Come here a minute."

  There was a rustle of skirts, and Adelia Applegate appeared. A faded blond

  woman of thin features, she was dressed in a fashion of fifteen years before,

  in which every color of the spectrum fought for supremacy.

  "What's the matter?" she demanded. "I can't sit down to do a bit of sewing

  without you interrupting me, Hurd."

  "These boys want to look through the old tower."

  "What for? Up to some mischief?"

  Frank and Joe feared she would not give her consent. Frank said quietly,

  "We're doing some work for our dad, the detective Fenton Hardy."

  "They think they can find the bonds and jewels in the tower," Hurd

  Applegate explained.

  "Oh, they do, do they?" the woman said icily. "And what would the bonds

  and jewels be doing in the old tower?"

  "We have evidence that they were hidden there after the robbery," Frank

  told her.

  Miss Applegate viewed the boys with obvious suspicion. "As if any thief

  would be silly enough to hide them right in the house he robbed!" she said in

  a tone of finality.

  "We're just trying to help you," Joe put in courteously.

  "Go ahead, then," said Miss Applegate with a sigh. "But even if you tear the

  old tower to pieces, you won't find anything. It's all foolishness."

  Frank and Joe followed Hurd Applegate through the gloomy halls and

  corridors that led toward the old tower. He said he was inclined to share his

  sister's opinion that the boys' search would be in vain.

  "We'll make a try at it, anyway, Mr. Applegate," Frank said.

  "Don't ask me to help you. I've got a bad knee. Anyway, I just received some

  new stamps this afternoon. You interrupted me when I was sorting them. I

  must get back to my work."

  The man reached a corridor that was heavily covered with dust. It apparently

  had not been in use for a long time and was bare and unfurnished. At the end

  was a heavy door. It was unlocked, and when Mr. Applegate opened it, the

  boys saw a square room. Almost in the center of it rose a flight of wooden

  stairs with a heavily ornamented balustrade. The stairway twisted and turned

  to the roof, five floors above. Opening from each floor was a room.

  "There you are," Mr. Applegate announced. "Search all you want to. But

  you won't find anything-of that I'm certain."

  With this parting remark he turned and hobbled back along the corridor, the

  sheet of stamp
s still in his gnarled hand.

  The Hardy boys looked at each other. "Not very encouraging, is he?" Joe

  remarked.

  "He doesn't deserve to get his stuff back," Frank declared flatly, then

  shrugged. "Let's get up into the tower and start the search."

  Frank and Joe first examined the dusty stairs carefully for footprints, but

  none were to be seen.

  "That seems queer," Frank remarked. "If Jackley was here recently you'd

  think his footprints would still show. Judging by this dust, there hasn't been

  anyone in the tower for at least a year."

  "Perhaps the dust collects more quickly than we think," Joe countered. "Or

  the wind may get in here and blow it around."

  An inspection of the first floor of the old tower revealed that there was no

  place where the loot could have been hidden except under the stairs. But they

  found nothing there.

  The boys ascended to the next floor, and entered the room to the left of the

  stair well. It was as drab and bare as the one they had just left. Here again

  the dust lay thick and the murky windows were almost obscured with

  cobwebs. There was an atmosphere of age and decay about the entire place,

  as if it had been abandoned for years.

  "Nothing here," said Frank after a quick glance around. "On we go."

  They made their way up to the next floor. After searching this room and

  under the stairway, they had to admit defeat.

  The floor above was a duplicate of the first and second. It was bare and

  cheerless, deep in dust. There was not the slightest sign of a hiding place, or

  any indication that another human being had been in the tower for a long

  time.

  "Doesn't look very promising, Joe. Still, Jackley may have gone right to the

  top of the tower." The search continued without success until the boys

  reached the roof. Here a trap door which swung inward led to the top of the

  tower. Frank unlatched it and pulled on the door. It did not budge.

  "I'll help you," Joe offered.

  Together the brothers yanked on the stubborn trap door of the old tower.

  Suddenly it gave way completely, causing both boys to lose their balance.

  Frank fell backward down the stairway.

  Joe, with a cry, toppled over the railing into space!

  Frank grabbed a spindle of the balustrade and kept himself from sliding

  farther down the steps. He had seen Joe's plunge and expected the next

  moment to hear a sickening thud on the floor five stories below.

  "Joe!" he murmured as he pulled himself upright. "Oh, Joe!"

  To Frank's amazement, he heard no thud and now looked over the

  balustrade. His brother was not lying unconscious at the bottom of the tower.

  Instead, he was clinging to two spindles of the stairway on the floor below.

  Frank, heaving a tremendous sigh of relief, ran down and helped pull Joe to

  the safety of the steps. Both boys sat down to catch their breaths and recover

  from their falls.

  Finally Joe said, "Thanks. For a second I sure thought I was going to end my

  career as a detective right here!"

  "I guess you can also thank our gym teacher for the tricks he taught you on

  the bars," Frank remarked. "You must have grabbed those spindles with

  flash-camera speed."

  Presently the boys turned their eyes upward. An expression halfway between

  a grin and a worried frown crossed their faces.

  "Mr. Applegate," Joe remarked, "isn't going to like hearing we ruined his

  trap door."

  "No. Let's see if we can put it back in place."

  The boys climbed the stairway and examined the damage. They found that

  the hinges had pulled away from rotted wood. A new piece would have to be

  put in to hold the door in place.

  "Before we go downstairs," said Joe, "let's look out on the roof. We thought

  maybe the loot was hidden there. Remember?"

  Frank and Joe climbed outside to a narrow, railinged walk that ran around

  the four sides of the square tower. There was nothing on it.

  "Our only reward for all this work is a good view of Bayport," Frank

  remarked ruefully.

  Below lay the bustling little city, and to the east was Barmet Bay, its waters

  sparkling in the late afternoon.

  "Dad was fooled by Jackley, I guess," Frank said slowly. "There hasn't been

  anyone in this tower for years."

  The boys gazed moodily over the city, then down at the grounds of Tower

  Mansion. The many roofs of the house itself were far below, and directly

  across from them rose the heavy bulk of the new tower.

  "Do you think Jackley might have meant the new tower?" Joe exclaimed

  suddenly.

  "Dad said he specified the old one."

  "But he may have been mistaken. Even the new one looks old. Let's ask Mr.

  Applegate if we may search the new tower, too."

  "It's worth trying, anyway. But I'm afraid when we tell him about the trap

  door, he'll say no."

  The brothers went down through the opening. They lifted the door into place,

  latched it, and then wedged Frank's small pocket notebook into the damaged

  side. The door held, but Frank and Joe knew that wind or rain would easily

  dislodge it.

  The boys hurried down the steps and through the corridor to the main part of

  the house.

  Adelia Applegate popped her head out of a doorway. "Where's the loot?" she

  asked.

  "We didn't find any," Frank admitted.

  The woman sniffed. "I told you so! Such a waste of time!"

  "We think now," Joe spoke up, "that the stolen property is probably hidden

  in the new tower."

  "In the new tower!" Miss Applegate cried out. "Absurd! I suppose you'll

  want to go poking through there now."

  "If it wouldn't be too much trouble."

  "It would be too much trouble, indeed!" she shrilled. "I shan't have boys

  rummaging through my house on a wild-goose chase like this. You'd better

  leave at once, and forget all this nonsense."

  Her voice had attracted the attention of Hurd Applegate, who came hobbling

  out of his study.

  "Now what's the matter?" he demanded. His sister told him and suddenly his

  face creased in a triumphant smile. "Aha! So you didn't find anything after

  all! You thought you'd clear Robinson, but you haven't done it."

  "Not yet," Frank answered.

  "These boys have the audacity," Miss Applegate broke in, "to want to go

  looking through the new tower."

  Hurd Applegate stared at the boys. "Well, they can't do it!" he snapped. "Are

  you boys trying to make a fool of me?" he asked, shaking a fist at them.

  Frank and Joe exchanged glances and nodded at each other. They would

  have to reveal their reason for thinking the loot was in the new tower.

  "Mr. Applegate," Frank began, "the information about where your stolen

  stuff is hidden came from the man who took the jewels and the bonds. And it

  wasn't Mr. Robinson."

  "What! You mean it was someone else? Has he been caught?"

  "He was captured but he's dead now."

  "Dead? What happened?" Hurd Applegate asked in excitement.

  "His name was Red Jackley and he was a notorious criminal. Dad got on his

  trail and Jackley tried to escape on a railroad handcar. It smashed up and he

  was fata
lly injured," Frank explained.

  "Where did you get your information then?" Mr. Applegate asked.

  Frank told the whole story, ending with, "We thought Jackley might have

  made a mistake and that it's the new tower where he hid the loot."

  Hurd Applegate rubbed his chin meditatively. It was evident that he was

  impressed by the boys' story.

  "So this fellow Jackley confessed to the robbery, eh?"

  "He admitted everything. He had once worked around here and knew the

  Bayport area well. He had been hanging around the city for several days

  before the robbery."

  "Well," Applegate said slowly, "if he said he hid the stuff in the old tower

  and it's not there, it must be in the new tower, as you say."

  "Will you let us search it?" Joe asked eagerly.

  "Yes, and I'll help. I'm just as eager to find the jewels and bonds as you are.

  Come on, boys!"

  Hurd Applegate led the way across the mansion toward a door which opened

  into the new tower. Now that the man was in a good mood, Frank decided

  that this was an opportune time to tell him about the trap door. He did so,

  offering to pay for the repair.

  "Oh, that's all right," said Mr. Applegate. "I'll have it fixed. In fact,

  Robinson-Oh, I forgot. I'll get a carpenter."

  He said no more, but quickened his steps. Frank and Joe grinned. Old Mr.

  Applegate had not even reprimanded them!

  The mansion owner opened the door to the new tower and stepped into a

  corridor. Frank and Joe, tingling with excitement, followed.

  CHAPTER XVI

  A Surprise

  THE rooms in the new tower had been furnished when it was built. But only

  on rare occasions when the Applegates had visitors were the rooms occupied,

  the owner stated.

  In the first one Frank, Joe, and Mr. Applegate found nothing, although they

  looked carefully in closets, bureaus, highboys, and under the large pieces of

  furniture. They even turned up mattresses and rugs. When they were satisfied

  that the loot had not been hidden there, they ascended the stairs to the room

  above. Again their investigation proved fruitless.

  Hurd Applegate, being a quick-tempered man, fell back into his old mood.

  The boys' story had convinced him, but when they had searched the rooms in

  the tower without success, he showed his disgust.

  "It's a hoax!" he snorted. "Adelia was right. I've been made a fool of! And all