“Wasn’t that what you were working on?”

“That’s my affair.”

Detective Smuff and Chief Collig looked at one another.

“You ain’t cooperatin’,” complained Chief Collig. “You’re goin’ to put us to a whole lot of worry and expense just because you won’t give us a little cooperation.”

“Just what do you mean?”

“Detective Smuff and me was thinkin’ of goin’ over to the hospital where this man Jackley is and givin’ him the third degree about the Tower case.”

Fenton Hardy’s lips narrowed into a straight line.

“You can’t do that. The doctor won’t let you see him.”

“We’re going to try, anyway. There’s a train at seven o’clock, and we aim to have a talk with this fellow Jackley tonight.”