The New Tower
“They have the audacity to want to go looking through the new tower now,” said Miss Applegate, in high indignation.
Hurd Applegate’s smile vanished.
“You can’t do anything of the sort!” he snapped. “Are you boys trying to make a fool out of me? I knew mighty well you wouldn’t find anything in the old tower.”
“And we were pretty sure we would,” answered Frank. “Listen, Mr. Applegate—we’ll be fair with you. We’ll tell you exactly why we wanted to make this search.”
“Go ahead and tell me. Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Because we wanted to work this out ourselves, as far as possible. But the information we had came from the man who stole the jewels and the bonds.”
“What! Has he been caught?”
“He was captured—but he will never come to trial.”
“Did he escape again?”
“He escaped—by death. The thief is dead.”
“Dead? What happened?” asked Hurd Applegate excitedly.
“His name was Red Jackley, and he was a notorious criminal. He was tracked down by our father, and when he tried to escape on a railroad