Mr. Hardy Investigates
The Hardy boys looked at one another in growing excitement.
“What ought we do about it?” asked Joe.
“I’m going to tell Dad what we’ve found.”
“But didn’t he say he would be working the case on his own and that we would be opposition?”
“This is different. We have a real clue here, but we don’t know how to use it. You can bet Dad will know what to do. He’ll act fairly with us. If it leads to anything, he’ll see that we get credit for what we’ve done.”
“I guess you’re right, Frank. This is a little too big for us to handle ourselves. But imagine finding that wig! What luck!”
“There’s nothing else around, is there? Let’s look.”
Although the Hardy boys scoured the woods in that vicinity thoroughly, they found nothing more. But the wig, the hat and the coat gave promise of interesting developments. Frank hunted through all the pockets of the coat in the faint hope of finding something that would identify the previous wearer, but in this he was disappointed.
So they went back to the abandoned road and remounted their motorcycles, returning to Bayport with the articles they had found in the woods.
Their disappointment had turned to jubilation, for now they felt that they were definitely on the trail of the mysterious man in the red wig, and