“What for? Up to some mischief, I’ll be bound.”
“They think they can find the bonds and jewels.”
“Oh, they do, do they?” sniffed the woman. “And what would the bonds and jewels be doin’ in the old tower?”
“We have evidence that they were hidden there after the robbery,” replied Frank.
Miss Applegate sniffed again and viewed the boys with frank suspicion.
“As if any thief would be fool enough to hide them right in the house he robbed!”
“These are Mr. Hardy’s boys,” explained Hurd Applegate. “He is the big detective, you know.”
“All detectives,” said Miss Applegate, “are nosey. Always pryin’ into other people’s affairs.”
“We’re just trying to help you,” put in Joe politely.
“Go ahead, then. Go ahead,” said Miss Applegate, with a sigh. “Come around at this hour of morning, disturbing honest folks. Go ahead, and tear the old tower to pieces if you like. But I’ll be bound you won’t find anything. It’s all foolishness. You won’t find anything.”
Consent having been given, Hurd Applegate led the way through the gloomy halls and corridors of the mansion toward the old tower. He was inclined to share his sister’s view that the boys’ search would be in vain.
“Might as well save yourselves the trouble,” he declared. “You won’t find anything in the old tower. If anything was hidden there it’s been taken away by this time.”
“We’ll make a try at it, anyway, Mr. Applegate.”