THE SECRET OF THE OLD MILL

âDrop case or else danger for you and your family.â This warning addressed to Fenton Hardy not only alarms the famous investigator and his detective sons, but also puzzles them, because Mr. Hardy is working on more than one case. Which one prompted the threat?

When more ominous warnings follow, Frank and Joe suspect there is a link between the counterfeiting case they are investigating and a secret case their father cannot discuss since it involves national security.

The key to the solution of both cases appears to be hidden in the old Turner mill, constructed in frontier days but now a gatehouse for Elekton Controls Limited engaged in manufacturing top-secret electronic parts for space missiles. But the millhouse is occupied by two Elekton employees who are hostile to Frank and Joe and refuse to allow the young detectives to question the companyâs fourteen-year-old messenger boy who unknowingly may be in possession of some vital clues.

Determined to learn the secret of the old mill, Frank and Joe employ a clever ruse to gain entrance, only to find themselves trapped in a subterranean passageway. How the young detectives extricate themselves from this dangerous situation and unravel both mysteries will keep the reader tense with suspense.

Joe had to act fast to avoid being crushed beneath the turning wheel!

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CHAPTER I

A Narrow Escape

âWONDER what mystery Dadâs working on now?â Joe Hardy asked.

His brother Frank looked eagerly down the platform of the Bayport railroad station. âIt must be a very important case, the way Dad dashed off to Detroit. Weâll know in a few minutes.â

Joe looked at his watch impatiently. âTrainâs late.â

Both boys were wondering, too, about a certain surprise their father had hinted might be ready for them upon his return.

Waiting with Frank and Joe for Mr. Hardyâs arrival was their best friend Chet Morton. âYour dadâs cases are always excitingâand dangerous,â the plump, ruddy-faced boy remarked. âDo you think heâll give you a chance to help out on this one?â

âWe sure hope so,â Joe replied eagerly.

âWell, if I know you fellows,â Chet went on, âyouâll get mixed up in the mystery, somehow-and so will I, sooner or later. There goes my peaceful summer vacation!â

Frank and Joe chuckled, knowing that Chet, despite his penchant for taking things easy and avoiding unnecessary risks, would stick by them through any peril.

Dark-haired, eighteen-year-old Frank, and blond impetuous Joe, a year younger, had often assisted their detective father, Fenton Hardy, in solving baffling mysteries. There was nothing the two brothers liked more than tackling a tough case, either with their father, or by themselves.

Chet gave a huge sigh and leaned against a baggage truck as though his weight were too much for him. âI sure could use something to eat,â he declared. âI should have brought along some candy or peanuts.â

The Hardys exchanged winks. They frequently needled their friend about his appetite, and Joe could not resist doing so now.

âWhatâs the matter, Chet? Didnât you have lunch? Or did you forget to eat?â

The thought of this remote possibility brought a hearty laugh from Frank. Chet threw both boys a glance of mock indignation, then grinned. âOkay, okay. Iâm going inside and get some candy from the machine.â

As Chet went into the station, the Hardys looked across to the opposite platform where a northbound train roared in. The powerful diesel ground to a halt, sparks flashing from under the wheels. Passengers began to alight.

âDid you notice that there werenât any passengers waiting to board the train?â Frank remarked.

At that moment a man dashed up the stairs onto the platform toward the rear of the train. As the train started to move, the stranger made a leap for the last car.

âGuess he made it. That fellowâs lucky,â Joe commented as the train sped away. âAnd crazy!â

âYouâre telling me!â Chet exclaimed, as he rejoined the brothers. Munching on a chocolate bar, he added, âThat same man stopped me in the station and asked me to change a twenty-dollar bill. There was a long line at the ticket window, so he didnât want to wait for change there. He grabbed the money I gave him and rushed out the door as if the police were after him!â

âBoy!â Joe exclaimed. âYou must be really loaded with money if you could change a twenty-dollar bill.â

Chet blushed and tried to look as modest as he could. âMatter of fact, I do have a good bit with me,â he said proudly. âI guess the man saw it when I pulled out my wallet to be sure the money was there.â

âWhat are you going to do with all your cash?â Frank asked curiously. âStart a mint of your own?â

âNow, donât be funny, Frank Hardy,â Chet retorted. âYou must have noticed that for a long time I havenât been spending much. Iâve been saving like mad to buy a special scientific instrument. After your dad arrives, Iâm going to pick it up.â

âWhat kind of hobby are you latching onto this time, Chet?â Frank asked, grinning.

From past experience, Frank and Joe knew that their friendâs interest in his new hobby would only last until another hobby captured his fancy.

âThis is different,â Chet insisted. âIâm going to the Scientific Specialties Store and buy a twin-lensed, high-powered micrascope-and an illuminator to go with it.â

âA microscope!â Joe exclaimed. âWhat are you going to do with itâhunt for the answers to school exams?â

Frank joined Joe in a loud laugh, but Chet did not seem to think there was anything funny about it.

âJust you two wait,â he muttered, kicking a stone that was lying on the platform. âYou donât know whether or not Iâll decide to be a naturalist or even a zoologist.â

âWow!â said Joe. âI can just see a sign: Chester Morton, Big-game Naturalist.â

âOkay,â Chet said. âMaybe even you two great detectives will need me to help you with some of your cases.â

The conversation ended with Frankâs saying, âHere comes Dadâs train.â

The express from Detroit rolled into the station. The brothers and their friend scanned the passengers alighting. To their disappointment, Mr. Hardy was not among them.

âArenât there any other Bayport passengers?â Frank asked a conductor.

âNo, sir,â the trainman called out as he waved the go-ahead signal to the engineer and jumped back onto the car.

As the train pulled out, Joe said, âDad must have been delayed at the last moment. Letâs come back to the station and meet the four-oâclock train.â

âThatâs plenty of time for you fellows to go with me and pick up my microscope,â said Chet.

The boys walked to Chetâs jalopy, nicknamed Queen, parked in the station lot. The Queen had been painted a brilliant yellow, and âsouped upâ by Chet during one of the periods when engines were his hobby. It was a familiar and amusing sight around the streets of Bayport.

âSheâs not fancy, but she gets around pretty quick,â Chet often maintained stoutly. âI wouldnât trade her for all the fancy cars in the showrooms.â

âSome adjustment!â Joe grimaced. âThink weâll get to town in one piece?â

âHuh!â Chet snorted. âYou donât appreciate great mechanical genius when you see it!â

In the business center of Bayport, the boys found traffic heavy. Fortunately, Chet found a parking spot across the street from the Scientific Specialties Store and swung the car neatly into the space.

âSee what I mean?â he asked. âGood old Queen. And boy, I canât wait to start working with that microscope!â Chet exclaimed as the three boys got out and walked to the corner.

âAll bugs beware.â Joe grinned.

âYou ought to be a whiz in science class next year,â Frank said while they waited for the light to change.

When it flashed green, the trio started across the street. Simultaneously, a young boy on a bicycle began to ride toward them from the opposite side of the street.

The next moment a large sedan, its horn honking loudly, sped through the intersection against the red light and roared directly toward the Hardys and Chet. Instantly Frank gave Joe and Chet a tremendous push and they all leaped back to safety. To their horror, the sedan swerved and the young boy on the bicycle was directly in its path.

âLook out!â the Hardys yelled at him.

CHAPTER II

Trailing a Detective

THE BOY on the bicycle heard the Hardysâ warning just in time and swerved away from the on-rushing car. He skidded and ran up against the curb.

The momentum carried the boy over the handlebars. He landed in a sitting position on the pavement, looking dazed.

âThat driver must be out of his head!â Joe yelled as he, Frank, and Chet dashed over to the boy.

The sedan continued its erratic path, and finally, with brakes squealing and horn blaring, slammed into the curb. It had barely missed a parked car.

By now the Hardys and Chet had reached the boy. He was still seated on the sidewalk, holding his head. âAre you all right?â Frank asked, bending down. The boy was about fourteen years old, very thin and tall for his age.

âIâI think so.â A grateful look came into the boyâs clear brown eyes. âThanks for the warning, fellows! Whew! That was close!â

Frank and Joe helped him to his feet. A crowd had gathered, and the Hardys had a hard time keeping the onlookers back. Just then the driver of the sedan made his way through the throng. He was a middle-aged man, and his face was ashen and drawn.

âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry! My brakes wouldnât hold. Are you fellows all right?â The driver was frantic with worry. âIt happened so fastâIâI just couldnât stop!â

âIn that case, youâre lucky no one was hurt,â Frank said calmly.

The Hardys saw a familiar uniformed figure push through the crowd toward them.

âWhatâs going on?â he demanded. He was Officer Roberts, a member of the local police department and an old friend of the Hardys. The driver of the car started to explain, but by this time he had become so confused, his statements were incoherent.

âWhat happened, Frank?â Officer Roberts asked.

Frank assured him no one was hurt, and said that apparently the mishap had been entirely accidental, and the only damage was to the boyâs bicycle. The front wheel spokes were bent, and some of the paint was scratched off the fender. The car driver, somewhat calmer now, insisted upon giving the boy five dollars toward repairs.

âIâll phone for a tow truck,â Joe offered, and hurried off to make the call while Officer Roberts got the traffic moving again.

After the garage truck had left with the sedan, and the crowd had dispersed, the boy with the bicycle gave a sudden gasp.

âMy envelope!â he cried out. âWhere is it?â

The Hardys and Chet looked around. Joe was the first to spot a large Manila envelope in the street near the curb. He stepped out and picked it up. âIs this yours?â he asked.

âYes! I was afraid it was lost!â

As Joe handed over the heavy, sealed envelope, he noticed that it was addressed in bold printing to Mr. Victor Peters, Parker Building, and had Confidential marked in the lower lefthand corner.

The boy smiled as he took the envelope and mounted his bicycle. âThanks a lot for helping me, fellows. My name is Ken Blake.â

The Hardys and Chet introduced themselves and asked Ken if he lived in Bayport.

âNot really,â Ken answered slowly. âI have a summer job near here.â

âOh! Where are you working?â Chet asked.

Ken paused a moment before replying. âAt a place outside of town,â he said finally.

Although curious about Kenâs apparent evasiveness, Frank changed the subject. He had been observing the bicycle with interest. Its handlebars were a different shape from most American models. The handgrips were much higher than the center post and the whole effect was that of a deep U.

âThatâs a nifty bike,â he said. âWhat kind is it?â

Ken looked pleased. âIt was made in Belgium. Rides real smooth.â Then he added, âIâd better get back on the job now. I have several errands to do. So long, and thanks again.â

As Ken rode off, Joe murmured, âFunny heâs so secretive about where he lives and works.â

Frank agreed. âI wonder why.â

Chet scoffed. âThere you go again, making a mystery out of it.â

Frank and Joe had acquired their keen observation and interest in places and people from their father, one of the most famous investigators in the United States.

Only recently, the boys had solved The Tower Treasure mystery. Shortly afterward, they had used all their ingenuity and courage to uncover a dangerous secret in the case of The House on the Cliff.

âCome on, you two,â Chet urged. âLetâs get my microscope before anything else happens.â

They had almost reached the Scientific Specialties Store when Joe grabbed his brotherâs arm and pointed down the street.

âHey!â he exclaimed. âThereâs Oscar Smuff. Whatâs he up to?â

The other boys looked and saw a short, stout man who was wearing a loud-checkered suit and a soft felt hat. Chet guffawed. âHe acts as if he were stalking big game in Africa! Whereâs the lion?â

âI thinkââFrank chuckledââour friend is trying to shadow someone.â

âIf he is,â Chet said, âhow could anybody not know Oscar Smuff was following him?â

Oscar Smuff, the Hardys knew, wanted to be a member of the Bayport Police Department. He had read many books on crime detection, but, though he tried hard, he was just not astute enough to do anything right. The boys had encountered him several times while working on their own cases. Usually Smuffâs efforts at detection had proved more hindrance than help, and at times actually laughable.

âLetâs see what happens,â said Joe.

In a second the boys spotted the man Oscar Smuff was tailingâa tall, trim, well-dressed stranger. He carried a suitcase and strode along as though he was going some place with a firm purpose in mind.

The boys could hardly restrain their laughter as they watched Smuffâs amateurish attempts to put into action what he had read about sleuthing.

âHeâs about as inconspicuous as an elephant!â Chet observed.

Smuff would run a few steps ahead of the stranger, then stop at a store window and pretend to be looking at the merchandise on display. Obviously he was waiting for the man to pass him, but Smuff did not seem to care what kind of window he was looking in. Joe nudged Frank and Chet when Oscar Smuff paused before the painted-over window of a vacant store.

âWonder what heâs supposed to be looking at,â Chet remarked.

Smuff hurried on, then suddenly stopped again. He took off his jacket, threw it over his arm, and put on a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.

âGet a load of his tactics now!â Joe laughed. âHeâs trying to change his appearance.â

Frank chuckled. âOscarâs been studying about how to tail, but he needs a lot more practice.â

âHe probably suspects the man has contraband in his suitcase,â Joe guessed, grinning.

The tall stranger suddenly turned and looked back at Smuff. The would-be detective had ducked into a doorway and was peering out like a child playing hide-and-seek. For a moment Smuff and the stranger stared at each other. The man shrugged as though puzzled about what was going on, then continued walking.

Smuff kept up his comical efforts to shadow his quarry, unaware that the boys were following him. Near the end of the block, the man turned into a small variety store and Smuff scurried in after him.

âCome on!â said Joe to Frank and Chet. âThis is too good to miss.â

The boys followed. Oscar Smuff was standing behind a display of large red balloons. He was so intent on his quarry that he still did not notice the Hardys and Chet.

Frank looked around the store quickly and saw the stranger at the drug counter selecting some toothpaste. The suitcase was on the floor beside him. As they watched, the man picked up the toothpaste and his bag, and went up front to the checkout counter. He took out a bill and gave it to the woman cashier.

Immediately Smuff went into action. He dashed from behind the balloons and across the front of the store. Elbowing several customers out of the way, he grasped the man by the arm and in a loud voice announced, âYouâre under arrest! Come with me!â

The man looked at Oscar Smuff as though he were crazy. So did the cashier. Other people quickly crowded around.

âWhatâs the matter?â someone called out.

The Hardys and Chet hurried forward, as the man pulled his arm away from Smuffâs grasp and demanded angrily, âWhatâs the meaning of this?â

âYou know very well whatâs the meaning of this,â Smuff blustered, and grabbed the manâs arm again. âNow, missââSmuff turned to the cashierââlet me see the bill this man just gave you.â

The woman was too surprised to refuse the request and handed the bill to the amateur detective.

Smuff took the money. The Hardys stepped up and peered over his shoulder. The bill was a five-dollar one. Suddenly the expression on Smuffâs face changed to confusion and concern.

âOhâerâa fiveââ he stuttered.

He dropped his hold on the manâs arm and stared down at the floor. âAwfully sorry,â he muttered. âItâs beenâaâmistake.â

Both the man and the cashier looked completely bewildered. The next moment Smuff whirled and dashed from the store.

The Hardys and Chet rushed after him. They were overwhelmed with curiosity as to what Smuff thought the man had done. The boys soon overtook the would-be detective.

âWhatâs up?â Joe demanded. âLooking for somebody suspicious?â

Oscar Smuff reddened when he realized the boys had witnessed his entire performance.

âNever mind,â he said sharply. âIâll bet even you smart-aleck Hardys have made mistakes. Anyhow, this is different. Iâm helping the police on a very special, very confidential case.â

As he made the last statement, Smuff shrugged off his look of embarrassment and assumed an air of great importance.

âWell, I canât waste precious time gabbing with you three.â Smuff turned and rushed off down the street.

The boys watched his bustling figure as he disappeared into the crowd. âI wonder what kind of case âDetectiveâ Smuff is working on?â Frank mused.

âI do too,â Joe said, as Chet finally led the way into the Scientific Specialties Store.

Mr. Reed, the shop owner, stood behind the counter. He was a plump, pleasant man with a shock of white hair that stood erect on his head.

âHave you come for your microscope, Chet?â he asked. As he spoke, the manâs head bobbed up and down and his white hair waved back and forth as though blown by the wind.

âYes, sir, Mr. Reed,â Chet said enthusiastically. âMy friends, Frank and Joe, are looking forward to trying out the microscope just as much as I am.â

Joe smiled a little skeptically, but Frank agreed with his chum. Chet pulled out his wallet and emptied it of ten- and twenty-dollar bills. âHere you are, Mr. Reed. Iâve been saving for a long time so I could get the best.â

âAnd the best this is.â Mr. Reed smiled. âIâll get the microscope you want from the stock-room.â The proprietor picked up the money and disappeared into the back of the store.

While they waited, Chet pointed out the various instruments on display in the showcase. The Hardys were surprised at how much Chet had learned about microscopes and their use.

After waiting five minutes, Chet grew impatient, âWonder whatâs keeping Mr. Reed,â he said. âI hope he has my âscope in stock.â

At that moment Mr. Reed returned. There was a look of concern on his face.

âDonât tell me you havenât got the model.â Chet groaned.

Mr. Reed shook his head. When he spoke, his voice was solemn.

âItâs not that, Chet,â he said. âIâm afraid that one of the twenty-dollar bills you gave me is a counterfeit!â

CHAPTER III

An Unexpected Return

âCOUNTERFEIT!â Chet burst out. âCounterfeit! It canât be. I just drew the money out of the bank this morning.â

The Hardys, nonplused, stared at the twenty-dollar bill Mr. Reed was holding.

âIâm sorry, Chet,â Mr. Reed said sympathetically. âBut just a few days ago all the store-keepers in town were notified by the police to be on the lookout for fake twenties. Otherwise, I wouldnât have checked it. I canât understand, though, why the bank didnât detect it.â

Frankâs mind raced. âWait a minute!â he exclaimed. âChet, what about the man you made change for at the station?â

âYouâre right, Frank!â Joe put in. âHe must have passed Chet the phony twenty!â

âYou mean he gave it to me on purpose?â Chet asked indignantly.

âItâs possible,â Frank said. âOf course it would be pretty hard to prove whether he did it intentionally or not.â

âWhat did the man look like?â Joe questioned Chet. âWe got only a glimpse of him running for the train. He was medium height and stocky, but did you notice anything else about him?â

Chet thought for a few seconds. Then he said, âI do remember that the man had a sharp nose. But he was wearing sunglasses and a slouch hat, so I didnât notice much else.â

The Hardys tried to fix a picture of the man in their minds. Meanwhile, Chet looked gloomily at the bogus bill.

âWhat luck!â he complained. âHere I am cheated out of twenty dollars and the microscope.â

âIâm sorry, Chet,â Mr. Reed said. âI wish there was something I could do about it.â

âDonât worry, Chet,â said Joe. âYouâll get the microscope, anyway.â He turned to his brother. âHow much money do you have with you?â he asked. âI have five-fifty.â

Frank emptied his pockets, but all he had was three dollars in change and bills.

âWeâll lend you what we have,â Joe offered. âEight-fifty.â

Although Chet protested, the Hardys insisted, and Mr. Reed added, âYou can take the microscope along and pay me the balance when you can.â

Frank and Joe put their money on the counter, while Mr. Reed went to wrap the instrument.

âThanks. Youâre real pals,â Chet said gratefully.

When the store owner returned with the package, Chet said, âIâll go right down to Dadâs office and borrow the balance. Weâll get back here later this afternoon. Thanks very much, Mr. Reed.â

The boys were about to leave when Frank had a sudden thought.

âMr. Reed,â he said, âwould you let us borrow that counterfeit bill for some close study? Weâll be sure to turn it over to Chief Collig.â

âSwell idea,â Joe said.

The proprietor, who was familiar with the Hardysâ reputation as sleuths, readily assented. Frank put the bill in his pocket and the boys left the store.

They hurried back to Chetâs car and drove to Mr. Mortonâs real-estate office several blocks away. The office was on the street level of a small building. They entered and were greeted pleasantly by Mr. Mortonâs efficient secretary, Miss Benson.

âHello, boys. Enjoying your summer vacation?â

âYes, thanks, Miss Benson,â Chet said, eying his fatherâs empty desk. âWhen will Dad be back?â

âYour fatherâs gone for the day, Chet,â she replied. âHe decided to go home early.â

âThatâs funny,â Chet mused. âDad usually stays until five at least.â

âWe have time to drive out to the farm before we meet the train,â Joe said. âLetâs go.â

The Morton farm was on the outskirts of Bayport. When Chet swung the car into the driveway, Joe noticed with pleasure that Iola, Chetâs sister, was waving to them from the front porch. Dark-haired Iola, slim and vivacious, was Joeâs favorite date.

When they told her about the counterfeit bill, she exclaimed, âWhat a shame!â

Joe agreed emphatically. âAnd weâd sure like to get a lead on the man who passed it to Chet.â

âSounds as if you Hardys are in the mood for some sleuthing,â Iola said with a twinkle in her eye.

âWhatâs this about sleuthing?â asked attractive Mrs. Morton as she came outside and joined the group.

The boys quickly explained. Then Chet asked his mother, âIs Dad around?â

Mrs. Morton smiled. âHe isnât here right now, Chet. Heâs attending to an important job.â

Chet looked disappointed until his sister giggled and said, âDadâs not too far away.â Iola winked at her mother and they both began to laugh.

âYour fatherâs important job is at his favorite fishing spot,â Mrs. Morton told Chet.

âFishing!â Chet exclaimed. âHe never goes fishing during the week!â

âHe did this time,â said Mrs. Morton. âI guess the good weather was too much for him to resist.â

A few minutes later the boys were in the jalopy and driving down a country road bordered by woods. A half mile farther, Chet stopped and turned off the Queenâs engine. The sound of rushing water could be heard.

âThis is the spot,â Chet announced, and they started off through the woods.

The boys soon came to a clear running stream and spotted Mr. Morton seated contentedly on the bank. He was leaning against a tree, holding his rod lightly between his knees and steadying it with his hands.

Just as the boys called a greeting to him, the line began to jerk and almost immediately the rod bent till the tip was close to the water. Mr. Morton leaped to his feet and shouted, âJust a minute, fellows! Iâve hooked a lulu!â

Mr. Morton was an expert. He let the fish take just enough line to bury the hook properly, then he very gently braked the reel with his thumb.

So intent was Mr. Morton on his fishing, he was not aware that his son was now rushing down the slope toward him. Suddenly Chet slipped on a moss-covered rock and fell forward. He lost his grip on the box containing the microscope and it flew toward the water. Joe, behind Chet, leaped forward and grabbed the box.

âWhew!â Chet exclaimed, regaining his balance. âGood work, Joe! Thanks a million!â

The three boys joined Mr. Morton, who was busy landing his catch, a fine, smallmouthed black bass. He held up the fish for them to admire. âIsnât it a beauty, boys?â he said.

âTerrific, Dad,â Chet replied, still out of breath from his near tumble. âAnd I have something to show you.â

He unwrapped the package and held out the microscope. Mr. Morton put the fish in his creel, then studied the instrument closely.

âItâs a topnotch one, son,â he declared. âAnd just the model you wanted.â

âYes, Dad. Only thereâs a slight problem connected with it.â

âOhâoh.â Mr. Morton chuckled good-naturedly. âI should have known from the look on your face. You didnât have enough money, after all. Well, how much do you need?â

âThat isnât all there is to it,â Chet hastened to inform him, and told about the counterfeit bill.

Mr. Mortonâs face darkened. âI hope weâre not in for a flood of phony bills.â

Frank nodded. âEspecially since these are very clever imitations.â

Chetâs father handed over twenty dollars in small bills.

âThanks, Dad.â

âFrom now on, Chet, be careful about making change for strangers,â Mr. Morton cautioned.

âI will,â his son promised fervently. âGetting cheated once is enough!â

Chet paid the Hardys the money they had lent him. Then he said to his father, âI sure was surprised when Mother told me you were fishing âin the middle of the week.â

Mr. Morton smiled broadly. âIâve been working hard the past year on the big sale of land to Elekton Controls,â he said. âI thought it was time to take an afternoon off and do some thinking while the fish were nibbling.â

âIs that the property in back of the plant they just finished building?â asked Frank.

âThatâs right.â Mr. Morton pointed upstream. âYou can just see the top of the main building from here.â

âThe property you sold has the old Turner mill on it,â Joe remarked. âQuite a contrast. A company that makes top-secret control parts for space missiles in a modern building right next to an ancient, abandoned gristmill.â

âI suppose theyâll tear the old place down,â Frank remarked.

âNo, Elekton has decided to use it,â Mr. Morton went on. âI suggested to them that the old mill would make an attractive gatehouse for the plantâs rear entrance. After all, itâs a historic place, built by the settlers when this whole area was inhabited by Indians. The company has renovated the old mill a bit, restoring the old living quarters and adding modern facilities.â

âIs someone living there?â Joe asked with interest.

âI understand a couple of their employees are,â Mr. Morton replied. Then he continued, âTheyâve even repaired the wheel, so itâs turning again. Hearing the rushing water and the grinding of the wheelâs gear mechanism brought back memories to me.â

âAbout the Indians, Dad?â Chet joked.

âNot quite, son.â His father smiled. âBut I can remember when the mill produced the best flour around here. Your grandmother made many a delicious loaf of bread from wheat ground in the Turner mill.â

âThatâs for me!â Chet said.

Everyone laughed as Mr. Morton reminisced further about having seen the mill in full operation when he was a boy. Suddenly he and the Hardys noticed that Chet had fallen silent. There was a familiar, faraway look in his eyes.

Joe grinned. âChet, youâre turning some new idea over in your mind.â

âThatâs right,â Chet said excitedly. âIâve been thinking that maybe I could get a summer job at Elekton.â

Mr. Morton exchanged amazed glances with the Hardys at the thought of Chetâs working during the summer vacation! But, with growing enthusiasm, Chet went on:

âI could earn the twenty dollars I owe you, Dad. Besides, if I am going to be a scientist, I couldnât think of a better place to work.â

âElektonâs a fine company,â his father said. âI wish you luck, son.â

âThanks, Dad.â Chet smiled broadly. âSee you later. I have to go now and pay Mr. Reed the money I owe him.â

On the drive back to town, Chet told Frank and Joe that he was going to apply for a job at the Elekton plant the next day.

âWeâll go along,â Joe offered. âIâd like to see the plant and the old mill.â

âSwell,â said Chet.

When they reached the shopping area in Bayport, Chet drove directly to Mr. Reedâs store. The three boys had just alighted from the parked car when Chet excitedly grabbed his friendsâ arms.

âThere he is!â the chubby boy exclaimed. âRight down the streetâthe man who gave me that phony twenty!â

CHAPTER IV

The Shadowy Visitor

âTHERE he goes! Across the street!â Joe said excitedly. âLetâs ask him about the counterfeit bill!â

The three boys broke into a run, dodging in and out of the crowd of afternoon shoppers. The Hardys kept their eyes trained on the stocky figure of their quarry.

But their chase was halted at the corner by a red traffic light against them. The street was congested with vehicles and it was impossible for the boys to get across.

âWhat luck!â Joe growled impatiently.

It seemed to be the longest red light they had ever encountered. When it changed, the three-some streaked across the streetâbut it was too late. The stocky man was lost to sight. The Hardys raced down the next two blocks, peering in every direction, but to no avail.

Disappointed, Frank and Joe went back to Chet, who had stopped to catch his breath.

âWe lost him,â Joe reported tersely.

Frankâs eyes narrowed. âI have a hunch that man who passed the bogus twenty-dollar bill to Chet knew it was counterfeit. That last-second dash for the train was just a gimmick to make a fast getaway. But his showing up here in Bayport a couple hours after he took the train out of town is mighty peculiar.â

Joe and Chet agreed. âHe probably got off in Bridgeport,â Frank went on. âThatâs the nearest big town.â

As the boys walked back toward the Scientific Specialties Store, they speculated about the source of the supply of bogus money.

âMaybe itâs Bridgeport,â Frank said. âThat could be one of the reasons he took the train thereâto get a new supply, or palm off more.â

âYou mean they might actually make the stuff there?â Chet asked.

Frank shrugged. âCould be,â he said. âI hope no more counterfeit bills are passed in Bayport.â

âThere probably will be,â Chet said ruefully, âif this town is full of easy marks like me.â

âLetâs keep a sharp lookout for that fake-money passer from now on,â Joe said, âand other clues to the counterfeit ring.â

âWho knows,â Chet put in, âit could turn out to be your next case.â

As soon as Mr. Reed had been paid, the boys drove to Bayport Police Headquarters. Chet decided to take his microscope into headquarters and show it to Chief Ezra Collig. The keen-eyed, robust officer was an old friend of Fenton Hardy and his sons. Many times the four had cooperated on cases.

âSit down,â the chief said cordially. âI can see that you boys have something special on your minds. Another mystery?â

He leaned forward expectantly in his chair.

âItâs possible, Chief,â replied Frank as he handed over the counterfeit bill. Quickly the Hardys explained what had happened, then voiced their suspicions of the man who had just eluded them.

âHave there been any other reports of people receiving fake bills?â Joe asked the officer.

Chief Collig nodded. âChetâs not the first to be fooled,â he replied. âSince the Secret Service alerted us to watch for these twenty-dollar bills, weâve had nearly a dozen complaints. But weâve instructed the people involved not to talk about it.â

âWhy?â Chet asked curiously.

âItâs part of our strategy. We hope to trap at least some of the gang by lulling them into a feeling of false security.â

The boys learned that Chetâs description of the stocky stranger tallied with what the police had on file.

âHeâs a slippery one,â the chief added. âIt sounds to me as if the man wears a different outfit each time he shoves a bill.â

âShoves?â echoed Chet.

âA shoverâor passerâis a professional term for people who pass counterfeit money,â Chief Collig explained. He rubbed the bogus bill between his fingers. âThis is a clever forgery,â he said. âLetâs see what it looks like under your microscope, Chet.â

It took just a minute to rig and focus the microscope. Then, under Chief Colligâs directions, the boys scrutinized the faults in the bill.

âLook at the serial number,â the chief pointed out. âThatâs the large, colored group of numbers that appears on the upper right and lower left portions of the bill.â

As the boys peered at the number, Chief Collig made some quick calculations on his desk pad. âDivide the serial number by six,â he went on, âand in this case, the remainder is two.â

When the boys looked puzzled, the chief smiled. âOn the upper left portion of the note youâll see a small letter. One that is not followed by a number. Thatâs the check letter and in this case itâs B.â

The boys listened as Chief Collig further explained, âIf the letter B corresponds to the remainder two, after you have done the division, it means the bill is either genuineâor a careful fake. The same way with the remainder, one. The check letter would be A or G; and with the remainder three, the check letter C or I, and so on.â

âWow! Some arithmetic!â Chet remarked.

Frank looked thoughtful. âIn this case, the test of the divisional check indicates the bill is genuine.â

âExactly,â Chief Collig said. âAnd the portrait of Jackson is good. The border, sometimes called lathe or scrollwork, is excellent.â

âBut, Chief,â said Joe, puzzled, âeverything youâve mentioned points toward the billâs being the real thing.â

âThatâs right. However, youâll see through the microscope that the lines in the portrait are slightly grayish and the red and blue fibers running through the bank note have been simulated with colored ink.â

In turn, the boys peered through the microscope, observing the points the chief had called to their attention.

Chief Collig snapped off the light in Chetâs microscope and pulled the bill out from under the clips that were holding it in place.

He handed the fake bill to Frank and at the same time gave him a genuine one from his wallet. âNow feel the difference in the paper quality,â he directed.

Frank did so and could tell immediately that the forged bill was much rougher and thicker than the genuine one.

Just then the chiefâs telephone rang. He answered it, speaking quickly. When he hung up, Chief Collig said, âI must go out on a call, boys. Thanks for bringing in this bill. If you come across any others like it, or clues that might help the police, let me know. In the meantime, Iâll relay your description of the suspect to the Secret Service, and also turn this bill over to them.â

Chief Collig arose from his desk, and the boys walked out of the building with him. On the way, Joe said, âI wonder if Oscar Smuff has heard of the counterfeiting racket, and isâerâworking on it.â

âI wouldnât be surprised.â The chief sighed. âThat fellow will never give up.â

The boys did not mention their encounter with Smuff earlier in the afternoon, but they were fairly certain that Oscar Smuff had trailed the man because he was a stranger in town and had been carrying a suitcase. The aspiring detective undoubtedly had jumped to the conclusion that the suitcase was filled with counterfeit money.

When the chief had gone, Joe glanced at his watch. âIf weâre going to meet Dadâs train, weâd better get started.â

The three boys climbed into the jalopy and drove off. They arrived at the station just as the four-oâclock train was coming to a halt.

A moment later they spotted Mr. Hardy alighting from the rear car. âDad!â cried Frank and Joe, and dashed to greet him, followed by Chet.

Fenton Hardy, a tall, distinguished-looking man, smiled broadly. âI appreciate this special receptionâand a ride home, too,â he added, noticing Chetâs jalopy in the lot.

âRight this way, sir.â Chet grinned.

Joe took his fatherâs suitcase and everyone went to the car. As they rode along, the boys gave Mr. Hardy an account of the afternoonâs exciting events.

The detective listened intently. In conclusion, Frank said, âDad, does your new case have anything to do with the counterfeiting ring?â

Mr. Hardy did not answer for a moment. His mind seemed to be focused on another matter. Finally he said, âNo. But Iâll be glad to help you boys track down any clues to these counterfeiters. I have a feeling youâll be on the lookout for them!â

âWe sure will!â Joe said emphatically.

As they turned into the Hardy driveway, Frank said, âMaybe more leads will show up around here.â

Fenton Hardy agreed. âThatâs a strong possibility.â

They were met at the door by Aunt Gertrude, Mr. Hardyâs unmarried sister. She was a tall, angular woman, somewhat peppery in manner, but extremely kindhearted. Miss Hardy had arrived recently for one of her frequent long visits with the family. In her forthright manner she was constantly making dire predictions about the dangers of sleuthing, and the terrible fate awaiting anyone who was a detective.

She greeted her brother affectionately as everyone went into the living room. With a sigh she asked, âWill you be home for a while this time, Fenton, before you have to go dashing off on another case?â

Chuckling, Mr. Hardy replied, âIâll probably be around for a while, Gertrudeâespecially if the boys run into any more counterfeit money.â

âWhat! Laura, did you hear that?â Aunt Gertrude turned to a slim, attractive woman who had just entered the room.

âI did.â Mrs. Hardy greeted her husband, then urged the boys to explain.

After hearing of Chetâs experience, both women shook their heads in dismay. âWell, the sooner those counterfeiters are caught, the better!â Aunt Gertrude declared firmly.

âThatâs what we figure, Aunty,â Joe spoke up. âWeâll see what we can do! Right, Frank?â

âYou bet.â

Chet added, grinning, âWith the Hardy boys on their trail, those counterfeiters wonât have a chance!â

âAnd Laura and I will lose sleep worrying,â Aunt Gertrude prophesied.

Frank and Joe exchanged winks, knowing that actually she and Mrs. Hardy were proud of the boysâ sleuthing accomplishments, though sometimes fearful of the dangers they encountered.

âWhat delayed you today, Fenton?â Aunt Gertrude asked her brother. âAnother case, I suppose.â

Mr. Hardy explained, âThere is a special matter Iâm investigating, but Iâm not at liberty to talk about it yet.â

His next remark diverted the boysâ attention from the counterfeiters. âFrank and Joe, will you be free tomorrow to see the surprise I have for you both?â he asked. âItâll be ready late in the afternoon.â

âWe sure will!â his sons exclaimed together. They knew what they hoped the surprise would be, but did not dare count on it.

The brothers tried without success to coax a hint from their family.

âAll I can say,â Aunt Gertrude remarked, âis that youâre mighty lucky boys!â With a deep sigh she added, âBut this surprise certainly wonât help my peace of mind!â

âOh, Aunty!â said Joe. âYou donât really worry about us, do you?â

âOh, no!â she exploded. âOnly on weekdays, Saturdays, and Sundays!â

Before Chet left for home, he reminded Frank and Joe of his intention to apply to Elekton Controls Limited for a job.

Overhearing him, Mr. Hardy was immediately interested. âSo you want to enter the scientific field, Chet?â he said. âGood for you and lots of luck!â

The detective told the boys that the company, in addition to manufacturing controls, was engaged in secret experiments with advanced electronic controls.

âNot too long ago,â he concluded, âI met some of Elektonâs officers.â

It flashed through Chetâs mind that he might ask the detective to make an appointment for him, but he decided not to. He wanted to get the job without an assist from anyone. Frank and Joe suggested that Chet come for them early the next afternoon.

âI have an idea!â Chet exclaimed. âLetâs go earlier and take along a picnic lunch. Weâll be right near Willow River. After I apply for a job, we can eat by the water. Then you fellows can help me collect bark and stone specimens.â

âMicroscope study, eh?â Frank grinned. âOkay. Itâs a deal.â

At supper Aunt Gertrude commented wryly, âThereâll be two moons in the sky when Chet Morton settles down to a job!â

The others laughed, then the conversation reverted once more to counterfeiting. Mr. Hardy backed up Chief Colligâs statement that the bogus twenty-dollar bills being circulated were clever imitations. âI heard that the Secret Service is finding it a hard case to crack,â he added.

Frank and Joe were wondering about their fatherâs other case. They realized it must be extremely confidential, and refrained from questioning him.

In the middle of the night, Joe was suddenly awakened by a clattering sound. He leaped out of bed and rushed across the room to the front window. It was a dark, moonless night, and for a moment Joe could see nothing.

But suddenly he detected a movement near the front door, then saw a shadowy figure running down the walk to the street.

âHey!â Joe called out. âWho are you? What do you want?â

At the end of the walk, the mysterious figure leaped onto a bicycle. It swerved, nearly throwing the rider, but he regained his balance and sped off into the darkness.

âWhatâs going on?â Joe cried out.

CHAPTER V

The Bicycle Clue

JOE ran downstairs to the front door, flung it open, and dashed outside. He reached the end of the walk and peered in the direction the mysterious cyclist had taken. The person was not in sight.

Puzzled, Joe walked back slowly to the house. Had the stranger come there by mistake? âIf not, what did he want?â Joe wondered.

The rest of the Hardy family had been awakened by Joeâs cries to the stranger. By this time, they were clustered at the doorway and all the lights in the house were on.

âWhatâs the matter, Joe?â Aunt Gertrude demanded. âWho were you calling to at this unearthly hour?â

Joe was about to reply when he noticed a large white envelope protruding from the mailbox. He pulled it out, and saw that his fatherâs name was typed on the front. âThis is for you, Dad.â

Joe handed the envelope to Mr. Hardy. âThat fellow on the bike must have left it.â

Joe was besieged with questions, and he explained what had happened.

âItâs a funny way to deliver a message,â Frank commented.

âVery suspicious, if you ask me!â Aunt Gertrude snapped.

Suddenly they all noticed that Mr. Hardy was frowning at the contents of the envelopeâa plain piece of white paper.

âWhat does it say, Fenton?â Mrs. Hardy asked anxiously.

He read the typed message: ââDrop case or else danger for you and family.â â

There was silence for a moment, then Aunt Gertrude exclaimed, âI knew it! We canât get a decent nightâs sleep with three detectives in the family! I just know thereâs real trouble brewing!â

Although she spoke tartly, the others realized Miss Hardy was concerned, as always, for her brotherâs safety.

âNow, donât worry, Gertrude,â Fenton Hardy said reassuringly. âThe boys and I will be on guard against any danger. This note probably is the work of a harmless crank.â

Aunt Gertrude tossed her head as though she did not believe this for a moment.

âLetâs all look around for clues to the person on the bike,â Frank suggested.

Flashlights were procured, and the entire family searched the grounds thoroughly on both sides of the stoop and the walk. As Frank and his aunt neared the end of the front walk, Miss Hardy cried out, âThereâs somethingânext to that bush.â

Frank picked up the object. âA bicycle pedal!â he exclaimed. âAunty, this is a terrific cluel I think we have four detectives in the family!â

His aunt forced a rather embarrassed smile.

âThe pedal mustâve fallen off the bike Joe saw,â Frank said. âThatâs why it swerved.â

Back in the house, the family gathered in the kitchen. They were too excited to go back to bed immediately, and the boys were eager to question their father. They all had cookies and lemonade.

âWhat case did the warning refer to?â Joe asked Mr. Hardy.

âI canât be sure,â the detective replied slowly.

Again the boys wondered about Mr. Hardyâs secret case, and longed to know what it involved. âMaybe the threat is connected with that one,â Frank thought. Before the boys went to sleep, they decided to track down the pedal clue early the next morning.

Right after breakfast, Chet telephoned. He told Frank, who took the call, that his sister Iola and her friend Callie Shaw had offered to pack lunch if they could go along on the picnic.

âSwell,â Frank said enthusiastically. Callie was his favorite date. âIn the meantime, howâd you like to do some sleuthing with us?â

âSure! Whatâs up?â

Frank quickly told Chet about the excitement of the previous night. âMeet us here as soon as you can.â

When Frank and Joe informed Mr. Hardy of their plan to trace the pedal, he nodded approval. âI must go out of town for a short while,â he said. âBut first, Iâd like to examine the warning note in the lab.â

The boys went with him to their fully equipped laboratory over the garage. Mr. Hardy dusted the note carefully, but when he blew the powder away, there was no sign of a fingerprint.

Holding the note up to the light, Mr. Hardy said, âThereâs no watermark. Of course, this is not a full sheet of paper.â

âDead end, so far.â Joe frowned. âIf we could only locate the typewriter this message was written onââ

Shortly after Mr. Hardy had driven off in his sedan, Chet arrived. âWhere to, fellows?â he asked as they set off in the Queen.

âCenter of town,â Joe replied.

On the way, the brothers briefed Chet on their plan, which was to make inquiries at all the bicycle supply stores. In the first four they visited, Frank showed the pedal and asked if there had been any requests for a replacement that morning. All the answers were negative. Finally, at the largest supply store in Bayport, they obtained some helpful information.

âThis particular pedal comes from a bike made in Belgium,â the proprietor said. âThere isnât a store in town that carries parts for it.â

The boys were disappointed. As Frank put the pedal back in his pocket he asked the proprietor where parts for the Belgian bicycle could be purchased.

âIt might be worth your while to check over in Bridgeport,â the man said. âI think youâll find Traylorâs handles them.â

âItâs an odd coincidence,â Frank remarked, when the boys were back in the car. âWeâve come across two Belgian bikes in two days.â

When they reached the Traylor store in Bridgeport, the young detectives learned they had just missed a customer who had purchased a pedal for a Belgian bike.

âWho was he?â Frank inquired.

âI donât know.â

âWhat did he look like?â Joe asked.

The proprietorâs brow wrinkled. âSorry. I was too busy to pay much attention, so I canât tell you much. As far as I can remember, he was a tall boy, maybe about fourteen.â

The three friends knew this vague description was almost useless. There probably were hundreds of boys living in the surrounding area who fitted that description.

As the boys reached the street, Joe said determinedly, âWeâre not giving up!â

âHey!â Chet reminded his friends. âItâs almost time to pick up the girls.â

Within an hour the five young people were turning off the highway onto a side road paralleling Elektonâs east fence. A little farther on Chet made a right turn and followed the dirt road that led to the rear entrance of the plant.

âAny luck sleuthing?â Pretty, brown-eyed Callie Shaw asked the Hardys.

âWhat makes you think we were sleuthing?â

âOh, I can tell!â Callie said, her eyes twinkling. âYou two always have that detective gleam in your eyes when youâre mixed up in a mystery!â

âThey certainly have!â Iola agreed, laughing.

When they reached a grove bordering Willow River, which was to their left, Chet pulled over. âIâll park here.â

The girls had decided they would like to see the changes which had been made in the old mill. As the group approached Elektonâs gatehouse, they were amazed at the transformation.

No longer did the mill look shabby and neglected. The three-story structure had been completely repainted and the weeds and overgrowth of years cleared away. The grounds and shrubbery of the whole area were neatly trimmed.

âLook!â said Frank. âThereâs the mill wheel!â

As the Hardys and their friends watched the huge wheel turning, they felt for a moment that they were living in olden days. Water which poured from a pond over a high stone dam on the south side and through an elevated millrace caused the wheel to revolve.

âOh!â Callie exclaimed admiringly as she spotted a little bridge over the stream from the falls. âIt looks just like a painting!â

About three hundred yards from the north side of the mill was the closed rear gate to Elektonâs ultramodern plant.

âSome contrast between the old and the new!â Joe remarked as they left the dirt road and walked up the front path to the gatehouse.

Suddenly the door opened and a dark-haired, muscular man in uniform came out to meet them. âWhat can I do for you?â he asked. âIâm the gate guard here.â

âIâd like to apply for a summer job at Elekton,â Chet told him.

âHave you an appointment?â

âNo,â replied Chet. âI guess I should have phoned first.â

The guard agreed. âYou wouldâve saved yourself time and trouble,â he said. âIâm sure there arenât any openings, especially for temporary help.â

âWell, couldnât I go in and leave an application with the personnel manager?â Chet asked.

The guard shrugged. âTell you whatâIâll phone the personnel office instead,â he offered, and went back into the mill.

While they waited, the five looked around. At the south side of the mill grounds, a slender, graying man who wore overalls was clipping the low hedges.

âLook, Callie,â said Iola, pointing toward a spot near the hedges. âIsnât that quaint? An old flour barrel with ivy growing out of it!â

âCharming.â Callie smiled.

The girls and boys started over toward the mill for a closer inspection. At that same moment the guard came to the door. âJust as I told you,â he called out to Chet. âNo openings! Sorry!â

âToo bad, Chet,â Joe said sympathetically. âWell, at least you can keep on relaxing.â

Despite his disappointment, Chet grinned. âRight now Iâm starved. âLetâs go down to the river and have our picnic.â

He thanked the guard, and the young people started to walk away. Suddenly Frank stopped and looked back at the mill. Propped against the south wall was a bicycle. Quickly he ran over to examine it. âThis looks like a Belgian model,â Frank thought. âSure is,â he told himself. âThe same type Ken Blake has.â

On impulse Frank pulled the pedal from his pocket and compared it to those on the bike. They matched exactly. Frank noticed that one of the pedals looked much less worn than the other. âAs if it had been replaced recently,â he reflected, wondering excitedly if someone had used this bicycle to deliver the warning note.

âAnd could this bike be Kenâs?â the young detective asked himself.

He inspected the front-wheel spokes. None was twisted, but several had slight dents. âThey couldâve been straightened out easily,â Frank reasoned, âand the paint scratches on the fender touched up.â

He felt his heart beat faster as he waved his companions to join him. When Frank pointed out the clues to his brother, Joe agreed immediately.

âIt could be the bicycle which was used to deliver the messageââ

Joe was interrupted by a strange voice behind them. âPardon me, but why are you so interested in that bike?â

Frank quickly slipped the pedal into his pocket as the group swung around to face the speaker. He was the man who had been clipping the hedges.

âBecause just yesterday we met a boy, Ken Blake, who was riding a bike of the same model. We donât often see this Belgian make around.â

For a moment the man looked surprised, then smiled. âOf course! Ken works hereâdoes odd jobs for us around the mill. You must be the boys he met yesterday when he was delivering some copy to the printer.â

âYes,â Frank replied. âWhen we asked Ken about his job he was very secretive.â

âWell,â the maintenance man said, âhe has to be! This plant is doing top-secret work. All of us have been impressed with the necessity of not talking about Elekton at all.â

âIs Ken around?â Joe asked nonchalantly. âWeâd like to say hello.â

âIâm afraid not,â was the reply. âWe sent him by bus this afternoon to do an errand. He wonât be back until later.â The man excused himself and resumed his clipping.

âWeâd better eat.â Iola giggled. âMy poor brother is suffering.â

âI sure am!â Chet rolled his eyes. Laughing, the picnickers started away.

Joe, who was in the rear, happened to glance up at the front of the mill. He was startled to catch a glimpse of a face at one of the second-story windows. He stopped in his tracks.

âKen Blake!â Joe said to himself.

As the young sleuth stared, mystified, the face disappeared from the window.

CHAPTER VI

A Mysterious Tunnel

PUZZLED, Joe continued looking up at the window of the old mill.

âWhatâs the matter?â Iola asked him. âDid you see a ghost?â

In a low whisper Joe explained about the face which had disappeared. âIâm sure it was Ken Blake I saw at that window!â

The others followed his gaze. âNo oneâs there now,â Iola said. âOf course the glass in all the windows is old and wavy. The sunlight on them could cause an illusion.â

Chet agreed. âHow could Ken be here if he was sent on an errand?â

Joe stood for a minute, deep in thought. âI canât figure it out, but Iâm sure that it was no illusion. Come on, Frank. Letâs go check.â

While the others walked down the hill, the Hardys strode up to the maintenance man, who was still trimming hedges.

âAre you sure Ken went into town?â Joe asked. âJust now I thought I saw him looking out a second-floor window.â

âYou couldnât have. You must have been dreaming.â The man gave a jovial laugh.

Joe was still not convinced. Impulsively he asked, âDoes Ken ever run any errands for you at night?â

âNo,â the man answered readily. âHe leaves his bike here and walks home when we close at five-thirty.â

âDoes anyone else have access to the bike after that?â Frank queried.

âItâs kept in an open storage area under the rear of the mill and could be taken from there easily.â

Although obviously curious, the man did not ask the Hardys the reason for their questions. He looked at his watch.

âExcuse me, boys, Iâm late for lunch.â He turned and hurried into the mill.

As the brothers hastened to catch up with Chet and the girls, Frank said, âAnother thing which makes me wonder if that bicycle is connected with the warning is the description of the boy who bought the pedal. He could be Ken Blake.â

âI agree,â Joe said. âIâd sure like to question Ken.â

âWeâll come back another time,â Frank proposed.

The group picked up the picnic hamper from the Queen and strolled down a narrow path through the woods leading to Willow River.

âHereâs a good spot.â Callie pointed to a shaded level area along the bank. âWe havenât been in this section before.â

Soon everyone was enjoying the delicious lunch the girls had prepared: chicken sandwiches, potato salad, chocolate cake, and lemonade. While they were eating, the girls were the targets of good-natured kidding.

âBoy!â Joe exclaimed as he finished his piece of cake. âThis is almost as good as my mother and Aunt Gertrude make.â

âThatâs a compliment!â Chet said emphatically.

Callieâs eyes twinkled. âI know it is. Joeâs mother and aunt are the best cooks ever!â

Iola sniffed. âI donât know about this compliment stuff. Thereâs something on your mind, Joe Hardy!â

Joe grinned. âHow are you on apple pie and cream puffs andâ?â

âOh, stop it!â Iola commanded. âOtherwise, you wonât get a second piece of cake!â

âI give up.â Joe handed over his paper plate.

After lunch everyone but Chet was ready to relax in the sun. Normally he was the first one to suggest a period of rest, even a nap, but now his new project was uppermost in his mind.

âLetâs start to collect the specimens for my microscope,â he urged his friends.

The Hardys groaned good-naturedly at Chetâs enthusiasm, but readily agreed.

âWeâll need some exercise to work off that meal.â Frank grinned.

The girls packed the food wrappings in the hamper. Then, single file, the group walked downstream, paying careful attention to the rocks and vegetation. Chet picked up several rocks and leaves, but discarded them as being too common.

âAre you looking for something from the Stone Age?â Joe quipped. âMaybe a prehistoric fossil?â

âWouldnât you be surprised if I found one?â Chet retorted.

They followed a bend in the river and came to a small cove with a rocky, shelving beach. Here the willow trees did not grow so thickly. The shoreline curved gently around to the right before it came to a halt in a sandy strip along the riverbank.

âWhat a nice spot,â said Callie. âWeâll have to come here again and wear our swim suits.â

âLook!â cried Iola. âWhatâs that?â

She pointed to a dark opening beneath a rocky ledge which bordered the beach.

âA cave!â exclaimed Joe and Frank together.

Intrigued, the five hurried along the beach for a closer look. Eagerly the Hardys and Chet peered inside the entrance. The interior was damp, and the caveâs walls were covered with green growth.

âHey! This looks like a tunnel!â

âThisâll be a perfect spot to look for specimens,â Chet said. âLetâs go in!â

The boys entered the cave. The girls, however, decided to stay outside.

âToo spookyâand crowded!â Callie declared. âIola and I will sun ourselves while you boys explore.â

The Hardys and Chet could just about stand up in the low-ceilinged cave. Frank turned on his pocket flashlight and pointed to an unusual yellow-green fungus on the right side of the cave. âHereâs a good sample of lichens, Chet.â

Soon the boys were busy scraping various lichens off the rocks. Gradually they moved deeper into the cave. Frank halted in front of a pile of rocks at the rear.

âThere ought to be some interesting specimens behind these stones,â he said. âThey look loose enough to move.â

Together, the three boys rolled some of the rocks to one side. To their great surprise, the stones had concealed another dark hole.

âHey! This looks like a tunnel!â

Excitedly Joe poked his flashlight into the opening. In its beam they could see that the hole appeared to extend into the side of the bank.

âLetâs see where the tunnel goes!â Joe urged.

âOkay,â Frank agreed eagerly. âWeâll have to move more of these rocks before we can climb through. I wonder who put them here and why.â

Rapidly the boys pushed rocks aside until the narrow tunnel entrance was completely exposed. Joe crawled in first, then Frank.

Chet tried to squeeze his bulky form through the space but quickly backed out. âItâs too tight for me,â he groaned. âIâll stay here and collect more specimens. Anyhow, Iâll bet some animal made the tunnel and it doesnât lead anywhere.â

âIâm sure no animal did this,â Joe called back, aiming his flashlight at the earthen walls of the tunnel. âLook how hard-packed the sides areâas if dug out by a shovel.â

Frank was of the same opinion. He pointed to rough-hewn wooden stakes placed at intervals along the sides and across the ceiling. âI wonder who put those supports hereâand when.â

The Hardys crawled ahead carefully. There was just room in the passageway for a normal-sized person to get through.

Presently Joe called back to his brother, âLook ahead! I can see a sharp bend to the right. Letâs keep going.â

Frank was about to reply when the brothers were startled by a girlâs scream from outside.

âThatâs Callie!â Frank exclaimed. âSomethingâs wrong!â

CHAPTER VII

Sleuthing by Microscope

FRANK and Joe scrambled through the tunnel and out of the cave. They found Chet and the girls staring at an arrow embedded in the sandy beach.

âItâit almost hit us,â Iola quavered. Callie, who was white-faced with fear, nodded.

Joe was furious. âWhoever shot it shouldnât be allowed to use such a dangerous weapon!â he burst out. âThatâs a hunting arrowâit could have caused serious injury.â

Chet gulped. âM-maybe the Indians havenât left here, after all,â he said, trying to hide his nervousness.

Joe turned to dash off into the woods to search for the bowman.

âWait!â Frank called. He had pulled the arrow from the sand. âThis was done deliberately,â he announced grimly, holding the arrow up for all of them to see. Attached to the shaft just below the feathers was a tiny piece of paper. It had been fastened on with adhesive tape.

Frank unrolled the paper and read the printed message aloud: â âDanger. Hardys beware.â â

Chet and the girls shuddered and looked around fearfully, as though they expected to see the bowman behind them.

âYou boys are involved in a new mystery!â Callie exclaimed. âYour own or your fatherâs?â

Frank and Joe exchanged glances. It certainly seemed as though they were involved, but they had no way of knowing which case. Did it involve the counterfeit money? Or was it the case their father could not divulge?

âA warning did come to Dad,â Frank admitted. âThis one obviously was meant for Joe and me. Whoever shot the arrow trailed us here.â

Joe frowned. âI wonder if the same person sent both warnings.â

âI still think Ken Blake could give us a clue,â Frank said. âBut we must remember that anybody could have taken the bike from the storage place under the mill.â

Frank pocketed the latest warning, then the five searched quickly for any lead to the bowman. They found none. When the group returned to the beach, Joe looked at the sky. âWeâre in for a stormâand not one of us has a raincoat.â

The bright summer sun had disappeared behind towering banks of cumulus clouds. There were rumbles of heavy thunder, followed by vivid flashes of lightning. The air had become humid and oppressive.

âLetâs get out of here!â Chet urged. âThis isnât a picnic any more!â

The young people hastened through the woods and up the road to Chetâs jalopy. As they drove off, rain began coming down in torrents. The sky grew blacker.

Callie shivered. âIt seems so sinisterâafter that awful arrow.â

Chet dropped his sister off at the Morton farm and at the same time picked up his new microscope. He begged to try out the instrument on both warning notes and the Hardys smilingly agreed, although they had an up-to-date model of their own.

By the time they had said good-by to Callie at her house, and Chet had driven the Queen into the Hardysâ driveway, the storm had ended. The sun shone brightly again.

Immediately the three boys went to the laboratory over the garage. Here Frank carefully dusted the arrow and the second warning note for prints. He blew the powder away, and Joe and Chet looked over his shoulder as he peered through the magnifying glass.

âNothing. Same as the warning to Dad. The person no doubt wore gloves.â

âNow to compare this paper to the first note,â Joe said.

âRight,â his brother agreed. âYou have the combination to the cabinet in Dadâs study. Chet and I will rig up his microscope while you get the note from the file.â

Frank and Chet focused and adjusted the microscope, making sure it was level on the table. They plugged in the illuminator and checked to see that it did not provide too dazzling a reflection. When Joe returned, Chet took the two pieces of paper and fitted them side by side under the clips on the base.

âOkay. Want to take a look, fellows?â Frank, then Joe, studied both papers. âThe quality and texture are definitely the same,â Frank observed.

Next, he lifted the second note from under the clips and slowly moved the paper back and forth under the lenses.

âA watermark!â he exclaimed, stepping back so the others could look at the small, faint imprint.

âSure is!â said Joe. âA five-pointed star. This could be a valuable clue! We can try to track down exactly where this paper came from.â

âAnd also the arrow,â said Chet. âIâll make the rounds of sport stores in town.â

âSwell, Chet. Thanks,â Frank said.

After their friend had left, the Hardys consulted the classified directory for paper manufacturers.

They made several calls without any luck. Finally they learned that the Quality Paper Company in Bridgeport manufactured paper bearing the five-pointed star watermark. The brothers wanted to go at once to get more information, but realized this errand would have to wait.

âDad will be home soon,â Frank reminded his brother. âWe donât want to miss our surprise!â

âRight. And Iâd like to tell him about the warning on the arrow.â

When Chet returned from a round of the sports shops, he was glum. âI wasnât much help,â he said. âThe arrow isnât new, and all the stores I checked told me it was a standard model that could be purchased at any sports shop in the country.â

âNever mind, Chet,â said Frank. âAt least giving your microscope a trial run helped us to spot the watermark on the second warning note. Weâve located a company that manufactures paper with the star watermark.â

Chetâs face brightened. âLet me know if you find out anything else,â he said, packing up his microscope. âI guess Iâll take offâand do some nature study for a change.â

After he had driven off, Frank and Joe walked to the house. Their minds once more turned to the surprise Mr. Hardy had for them.

âWouldnât it be terrific ifââ Joe said to Frank excitedly. âDo you think it is?â

âIâm just hoping.â Frank grinned.

Just then a newsboy delivered the evening newspaper. The brothers entered the house and went into the living room. Frank scanned the front page and pointed out an item about new trouble in an Indiana electronics plant.

âThatâs where an explosion took place a couple of months ago,â Joe remarked. âSabotage, the investigators decided.â

âAnd before that,â Frank added, âthe same thing happened at a rocket research lab in California. Another unsolved case.â

âSeems almost like a chain reaction,â Frank remarked.

Any mystery appealed to the boys, but they did not have much chance to discuss this one. The telephone rang. Aunt Gertrude, after taking the call, burst into the living room. From the look on her face Frank and Joe could tell she was indignant, and at the same time, frightened.

âWhatâs the matter, Aunty?â Joe asked.

âMore threatsâthatâs all!â she cried out. âThis time by telephone. A manâs voiceâhe sounded sinisterâhorrible!â

Mrs. Hardy came into the living room at that moment. âWhat did he say, Gertrude?â she asked.

Aunt Gertrude took a deep breath in an effort to calm down. â âHardy and his sons are playing with fire,â the man said. âTheyâll get burned if they donât lay off this case.ââ Miss Hardy sniffed. âI donât know what case he meant. What kind of danger are you boys mixed up in now?â

Frank and Joe smiled wryly. âAunt Gertrude,â Frank replied, âwe really donât know. But please try not to worry,â he begged her and his mother. âYou know that Dad and the two of us will be careful.â

When Mr. Hardy came home a little later, his family told him about the threatening telephone call. The boys, however, did not mention the arrow warning in the presence of their mother and Aunt Gertrude. They knew it would only add to their concern.

Mr. Hardy was as puzzled as his sons. âItâs a funny thing,â he said. âAt this point itâs impossible to tell which âcaseâ the person is referring to. If I knew, it might shed light on either one.â

The detective grinned and changed the subject. âRight now, I want you all to come for a drive and have a look at the boysâ surprise.â

âSwell!â Frank and Joe exclaimed in unison.

While Aunt Gertrude and Mrs. Hardy were getting ready, Frank and Joe went out to the car with their father. Quickly the boys related their afternoonâs experience, concluding with the arrow incident.

The detective looked grim. âWhoever is responsible for these warnings is certainly keeping close tabs on us.â

Mr. Hardy and his sons speculated for a few minutes on the fact that the pedal found in front of the house apparently had belonged to Kenâs bike.

âI think Joe and I should go back tonight to the place where we had the picnic,â Frank told his father. âIn the darkness weâll have a better chance to sleuth without being seen. And there might be some clue we missed this afternoon.â

âI suppose youâre right,â agreed his father. âBut be cautious.â

As Aunt Gertrude and Mrs. Hardy came out of the house, conversation about the mystery ceased. Everyone climbed into the sedan and Mr. Hardy drove off. Frank and Joe, seated alongside him, were in a state of rising suspense. Was the surprise the one thing they wanted most of all?

CHAPTER VIII

The Strange Mill Wheel

A FEW minutes later Mr. Hardy was driving along the Bayport waterfront.

âIs the surprise here, Dad?â Joe asked excitedly.

âThatâs right.â

Mr. Hardy drove to a boathouse at the far end of the dock area and parked. He then invited the others to follow him. He walked to the door of a boathouse and unfastened the padlock.

Frank and Joe held their breaths as Mr. Hardy swung back the door. For a moment they stared inside, speechless with delight. Finally Joe burst out, âExactly what we had hoped for, Dad!â and put an arm affectionately around his father.

âWhat a beauty!â Frank exclaimed and wrung Mr. Hardyâs hand.

Rocking between the piles lay a sleek, completely equipped motorboat. It nudged gently against clean white fenders as the waves from the bay worked their way under the boathouse door.

The boysâ mother exclaimed in delight, and even Aunt Gertrude was duly impressed by the handsome craft.

âThis is the same model we saw at the boat show,â Joe said admiringly. âI never thought weâd own one.â

âShe even has the name we picked out,â Frank observed excitedly. âThe Sleuth!â

Shiny brass letters were fitted on the bow of the boat, with the port of registry, Bayport, underneath them.

Mr. Hardy and his wife beamed as their sons walked up and down, praising every detail of the graceful new craft. It could seat six people comfortably. The polished fore and aft decks carried gleaming anchor fittings, and the rubbing strakes were painted white. The Sleuth seemed to be waiting to be taken for a run!

âMay we try her out now, Dad?â Joe asked.

âOf course. Sheâs fueled up.â

Aunt Gertrude shook her head. âThe Sleuthâs an attractive boat, all right. But donât you two start doing any crazy stunts in it,â she cautioned her nephews. âAnd be back for supper.â

When the adults had left, Frank and Joe climbed aboard and soon had the Sleuth gliding into the bay. The boys had no difficulty operating the motorboat. They had gained experience running their friend Tony Pritoâs boat, the Napoli, which had similar controls.

Taking turns at the wheel, the brothers ran the boat up and down the bay. âTerrific!â Joe shouted.

Frank grinned. âAm I glad we stuck to our agreement with Dad, and saved up to help buy this!â

For some time the boys had been putting money toward a boat of their own into a special bank account. Mr. Hardy had promised that when the account reached a certain sum, he would make up the necessary balance.

Now, as the Sleuth knifed through the water, Frank and Joe admired the way the stern sat down in the water when the boat gathered speed. Joe was impressed with the turning circle and the fact that no matter how sharp the twist, none of the spume sprayed into the cockpit.

âWait until Tony and Chet see this!â Joe exclaimed, when they were pulling back toward the boathouse.

âSpeaking of Tonyâthere he is,â Frank said. Their dark-haired classmate was standing on the dock, shouting and waving to them.

Joe, who was at the wheel, brought the Sleuth neatly alongside. He turned off the engine as Tony rushed up.

âDonât tell me this dreamboat is yours?â he demanded in amazement.

âNothing but,â Joe said proudly.

Tony and the brothers inspected the boat carefully, comparing her various features with the Napoli. They lifted the battens from the Sleuthâs cowling and admired the powerful motor underneath.

âSheâs neat all right,â said Tony. âBut Iâll still promise you a stiff race in the Napoli!â

âWeâll take you up on it after the Sleuthâs broken in,â Joe returned, laughing.

Tony became serious. âSay, fellows, something happened today in connection with my dadâs business that I want to tell you about. Your mother said you were down here,â he explained.

âWhatâs up?â Frank asked.

Tonyâs father was a building contractor and also had a construction supply yard where Tony worked during the summer. âToday I went to the bank, just before it closed, to deposit the cash and checks we took in this week,â he said. âThe teller discovered that one of the bills was a counterfeit!â

âA twenty-dollar bill?â Frank guessed.

âYes. Howâd you know?â

The Hardys related Chetâs experience. Tonyâs dark brows drew together. âIâd like to get my hands on the guy making the stuff!â he said angrily.

âSo would we!â Joe stated.

The Hardys learned that the head teller had told Tony he would make a report to the Bayport police and turn the bill over to the Secret Service. âDid he explain how he could tell that the bill was a fake?â Frank asked.

âYes,â replied Tony, and from his description, the Hardys were sure that the bill had come from the same batch as the one passed to Chet.

âThink back, Tony,â Frank urged. âHave you any idea who gave it to youâor your father?â

Tony looked doubtful. âThree daysâ tradeâpretty hard to remember. Of course, we know most of the customers. I did ask Mike, our yardman, who helps with sales. He mentioned one purchaser he didnât know.â

Frank, eager for any possible lead, carefully questioned Tony. The Hardys learned that three days before, just at closing time, a faded green panel truck had driven into the Prito supply yard. âMike remembers there were no markings on the truckâas if the name might have been painted out.â

âWho was in it?â Joe prompted.

âA young boyâabout fourteenâwas with the driver. Mike says they bought about fifty dollarsâ worth of old bricks and lumber. The boy paid him in assorted bills. One was a twenty. Our other cash customers had given smaller bills.â

âWhat did the driver look like?â Frank probed.

âMike said he didnât noticeâthe fellow stayed behind the wheel. There was a last-minute rush at the yard, so the boy and Mike piled the stuff into the back of the truck. Then the driver gave the boy money to pay the bill.â

Frank and Joe wondered the same thing: Had the man driving the truck passed the bogus bill deliberately? If so, was he the one who had fooled Chet? âIt seems funny heâd go to so much trouble to dump one phony twenty-dollar bill,â Joe said.

Frank agreed and added, âBesides, what would a person in league with counterfeiters want with a pile of old bricks and lumber?â

He turned to Tony. âDid Mike notice anything in particular about the boy?â

âHe was tall and thin. Mike thinks he was wearing a striped shirt.â

Frank and Joe exchanged glances. âCould be Ken Blake!â Joe declared. Briefly, the Hardys explained their first encounter with the boy.

âHe might have been helping pick up the load for Elekton,â Frank reasoned. âBut why would a modern plant want secondhand building material? And why wouldnât they have the purchase billed to them?â

âWhatâs more,â his brother put in, âwhy didnât the driver get out and help with the loading? Unless, perhaps, he wanted to stay out of sight as much as possible.â

âToo bad Mike didnât notice the truckâs license number,â Tony said. âNaturally he had no reason to at the time.â

âWas there anything unusual about the truck besides the fact it wasnât marked?â Frank asked his chum.

Tony thought for a moment. âMike did say there was a bike in the back. He had to move it out of the way.â

âKen rides one,â Joe remarked.

âWell, Dad will be glad if you two pick up any clues to these counterfeiters,â Tony said. âHeâs hopping mad at being cheated, and Mike feels sore about it.â

âWeâll keep our eyes open for that green truck,â Frank assured him. âThe whole business sounds suspiciousâthough the bill could have been passed accidentally.â

âLetâs question Ken Blake,â Joe proposed.

He and his brother housed the Sleuth, and the three boys started homeward. On the way they continued to speculate on the counterfeiting racket.

âLet me know if I can help you detectives,â Tony said as he turned into his street.

âWill do.â

That evening, when it grew dark, Frank and Joe told their mother and aunt that they were going out to do some investigating. Before they left, the boys had a chance to speak to their father in private about Tonyâs report of the counterfeit bill and green truck and their own hunches.

Mr. Hardy agreed that the purchase of lumber and bricks seemed odd, but he felt that until more positive evidence could be obtained, it was best not to approach Elekton officials on the matter.

âI guess youâre right, Dad,â said Frank. âWe might be way off base.â

The detective wished them luck on their sleuthing mission. The boys decided to make the trip in the Sleuth. They rode their motorcycles down to the boathouse, parked them, then climbed aboard the new boat. Joe took the wheel and soon the sleek craft was cutting across the bay toward the mouth of Willow River.

When they entered it, Joe throttled down and carefully navigated the stream. Meanwhile, Frank shone his flashlight on the wooded banks.

âThereâs the caveâahead!â he whispered.

Joe ran the boat astern a few yards and Frank dropped anchor. The brothers waded ashore, carrying their shoes and socks.

When they reached the mouth of the cave, Joe said, âLetâs investigate this place first.â

They went into the cave and moved forward to the tunnel. One glance told them that the tunnel had become impassableâit was filled with water.

âMust have been the cloudburst,â said Frank, as they emerged from the cave. âWeâll have to wait until the ground dries out. At least we can take a look through the woods and the area around the mill for clues to the bowman.â

Shielding the lenses of their flashlights, so that the light beams would not be easily detected by anyone lurking in the vicinity, the boys began a thorough search of the wooded section. As they worked their way noiselessly uphill among the trees, the only sound was the eerie rattling the wind made in the leaves and branches.

Frank and Joe shone their lights beneath shrubs and rocks, and even crawled under some fallen trees. They found nothing suspicious. They were approaching the edge of the woods and could see the outline of the mill beyond. The old wheel creaked and rumbled.

Suddenly Frank whispered hoarsely, âLook! Hereâs something!â

Joe joined his brother, and together they examined the leather object Frank had picked up.

âAn archerâs finger guard,â he said.

âIt may be a valuable clue to the arrow warning,â Joe said, as Frank pocketed the guard. âLetâs go up to the mill,â he proposed. âMaybe the men there have seen something suspicious.â

As the boys crossed the clearing toward the gatehouse, they saw that it was in darkness.

âProbably everyone has gone to bed,â Frank remarked.

For a moment the brothers stood wondering what to do next. âSomethingâs missing,â Joe said in a puzzled voice. âI have it! The mill wheel has stopped turning.â

âMaybe it was switched off for the night,â Frank observed.

The boys were eager to question the occupants, but decided not to awaken them.

âLetâs walk around the mill,â said Frank, âand look through the woods on the other side.â

The boys had just passed the north corner of the building when, with a creaking groan, the wheel started to turn again.

âThere must be something wrong with the mechanism,â Frank deduced. âThe wheel hasnât been used for so many years that adapting it to work the generator may have put a strain on it.â

âWeâd better let the men know itâs acting up,â Joe said.

The boys retraced their steps to the mill door. As they reached it, the wheel stopped turning.

Frank and Joe stood staring off to their left where the mass of the motionless wheel was outlined against the night sky.

âSpooky, isnât it?â Joe commented.

Frank nodded, and knocked on the door. There was no response. After a short wait, he knocked againâlouder this time. The sound echoed in the deep silence of the night. Still no one answered.

The Hardys waited a while longer. Finally they turned away. âMust be sound sleepers,â Joe commented. âWell, maybe theyâll discover whatâs wrong tomorrow.â

Frank and Joe were about to resume their search for clues when they heard a loud crashing noise from the woods which bordered Willow River.

The boys dashed ahead to investigate. Entering the woods, they made their way stealthily forward, flashlights turned off. Silently they drew near the river.

After a few minutes they stopped, and listened intently. The sound was not repeated.

âMust have been an animal,â Joe whispered.

Just then they heard a rustling sound behind them and turned to look. The next instant each received a terrific blow on the back of the head. Both boys blacked out.

CHAPTER IX

Tracing a Slugger

WHEN Frank regained consciousness, his first thought was of his brother. He turned his throbbing head and saw that Joe was lying next to him.

âJoe!â he exclaimed anxiously.

To his relief, Joe stirred and mumbled, âW-what happened?â

âSomeone conked us on the headââ

Frank broke off as he became aware of a gentle rocking motion. He sat up. Was he still dizzy or were they moving? When his mind and vision cleared, he knew they were certainly moving.

âHey!â he said. âWeâre on the Sleuth!â

Astonished, Joe raised himself and looked around. They were indeed aboard their boatâlying on the foredeck and slowly drifting down Willow River toward the bay. The anchor lay beside them.

âA fogâs rolling in,â Frank said uneasily, observing white swirls of mist ahead. âLetâs start âer up before visibility gets worse.â

The boys wriggled into the cockpit and Joe pressed the starter. It would not catch. While Joe stayed at the controls, Frank climbed to the foredeck and lifted the cowling from the engine. He quickly checked to see if the distributor wires were in place. They were. There did not seem to be anything visibly wrong with the engine, but when he lifted the top off the carburetor, he found it empty.

A quick check of the gas tank revealed the cause of the trouble. The tank had been drained.

âFine mess weâre in,â he mumbled. âWhat was the idea?â

âThe man who hit us on the head can answer that one,â Joe said bitterly. âHe sure did a complete jobâeven took both the oars!â

âWeâll have to tow her,â Frank said tersely, âto make more speed and guide her.â

While Joe stripped to his shorts, Frank quickly led a painter through one of the foredeck fair-leads.

âTake this painter,â Frank said, handing Joe the rope. âMake it fast around your shoulder and swim straight ahead. Iâll unhinge one of the battens and use it as a paddle and try to keep her straight. In a few minutes Iâll change places with you.â

The Hardys knew that keeping a dead weight like the Sleuth moving in a straight line would be a tough job. However, with Joe swimming ahead and Frank wielding the batten, they managed to make fairly steady progress.

It was slow, backbreaking work, and before they reached the bay, the boys had changed places three times. Their heads were pounding more than ever from the physical strain. Also, the fog had grown so dense that it was impossible to see very far ahead.

Frank, who was taking his turn in the water, did not know how much longer he could go on.

Suddenly Joe shouted from the boat, âThereâs a light! Help! Help! Ahoy! Over here!â he directed at the top of his lungs.

Gradually the light approached them. Frank clambered back into the Sleuth as a Harbor Police boat, making its scheduled rounds, pulled alongside.

âYouâre just in time!â Frank gasped to the sergeant in charge. âWeâre exhausted.â

âI can see that. You run out of gas?â the police officer asked.

âWorse than that. Foul play,â Frank replied.

âTough luck,â the sergeant said. âYou can tell your story when we get to town.â

The officer gave orders to his crew, and a tow-line was put on the Sleuth. The boys were given blankets to throw around themselves.

When the two crafts reached the Harbor Police pier, the boys went inside and gave a full account of what had happened to them and asked that the report be relayed to Chief Collig.

âWeâll give you some gas,â said the sergeant who had rescued the boys. âThen do you think you can make it home alone?â

âYes, thank you.â

A half hour later the boys, tired and disappointed, cycled home. Their mother and aunt gasped with dismay at the sight of the weary boys in the water-sodden clothing. Joe and Frank, however, made light of the eveningâs experience.

âWe ran out of gas,â Joe explained, âand had to swim back with the Sleuth.â

Aunt Gertrude sniffed skeptically. âHumph! It must have been some long ride to use up all that fuel!â She hustled off to make hot chocolate.

Mrs. Hardy told the boys that their father had left the house an hour before and would be away overnight working on his case. Again Frank and Joe wondered about it. And did the attack tonight have any connection with either case?

After a hot bath and a good nightâs sleep, Frank and Joe were eager to continue their search for clues to the bowman, the counterfeiters, and the writer of the first warning note to Mr. Hardy.

Breakfast over, Frank and Joe went to the lab and dusted the archerâs finger guard. To the brothersâ delight they lifted one clear print.

âWeâll take this to Chief Collig on our way to the paper company in Bridgeport,â Frank decided.

Just before they left, Chet telephoned. âGuess what!â he said to Frank, who answered. âI have an appointment at Elekton to see about a job!â

âHowâd you do it?â Frank asked, amazed. âYou sure work fast.â

Chet laughed. âI decided to telephone on my own,â he explained. âThe man in the personnel office told me there might be something available on a part-time basis. How about that?â

âSwell,â Frank said. âThe vacancy must have come up since yesterday.â

âFunny thing,â Chet added. âThe personnel manager asked me if Iâd applied before. I said No, though the guard had phoned about me yesterday. The manager said he didnât remember this, but that somebody else in the office might have taken the call.â

Chet became more and more excited as he talked about the prospect of getting a job in the Elekton laboratory. âIâm going to make a lot of money andââ

âDonât get your hopes up too high,â Frank cautioned his friend. âElekton is such a top-secret outfit they might not hire anyone on a part-time basis for lab work. But you might get something else.â

âWeâll see,â Chet replied optimistically.

âJoe and I have something special to show you,â Frank told him. âAfter you have your interview, meet us at the north end of the Bayport waterfront.â

Chet begged to know why, but Frank kept the news about the Sleuth a secret. âYouâll see soon enough,â he said.

âOkay, then. So long!â

The Hardys hopped on their motorcycles and rode to police headquarters. They talked to Chief Collig in detail about the attack on them, and left the bowmanâs fingerprint for him to trace.

âGood work, boys,â he said. âIâll let you know what I find out.â

Frank and Joe had decided not to mention to him the green truck and its possible connection with the counterfeiters until they had more proof.

The boys mounted their motorcycles and rode to Bridgeport. They easily located the Quality Paper Company, and inquired there for Mr. Evans, the sales manager, with whom they had talked the day before.

When Frank and Joe entered his office and identified themselves, Mr. Evans looked at the brothers curiously. But he was most cooperative in answering their questions.

âNo,â Mr. Evans said, âwe donât sell our star watermark paper to retail stores in this vicinity. All our purchasers are large industrial companies. Here is a list.â He handed a printed sheet across the desk to Frank.

The boys were disappointed not to have obtained any individualâs name. Nevertheless, Frank and Joe read the list carefully. Several names, including Elekton Controls Limited, were familiar to them. The warning note could have come from any one of thousands of employees of any of the firms.

âI guess thereâs no clue here to the man we want to locate,â Frank said to Mr. Evans.

The boys thanked him. As they started to leave, he called them back.

âAre you boys, by any chance, related to Mr. Fenton Hardy?â he asked.

Joe, puzzled, nodded. âHeâs our father. Why?â

âQuite a coincidence,â Mr. Evans said. âMr. Hardy was here a little while ago.â

âHe was!â Frank exclaimed in surprise. The brothers exchanged glances, wondering what mission their father had been on.

âMaybe I shouldnât have mentioned Mr. Hardyâs visit,â Mr. Evans said.

âThatâs all right,â Joe assured him. âIf Dad had wanted the visit kept secret, he would have told you.â

When the boys were outside again, Frank said, âI hope Dad will be home. Iâd like to find out what brought him here.â

Frank and Joe rode directly home and were glad to see Mr. Hardyâs sedan in the driveway. The boys rushed into the house.

They found the detective in his study, talking on the telephone. The boys paused next to the partly open door.

â... the same eight-and-one pattern, I believe,â their father was saying.... âYesâIâll be there.... Good-by.â

Frank knocked and the boys entered the room. Mr. Hardy greeted them warmly. He was startled when Joe told him, âWe know where youâve been this morning, Dad.â

âWere you two shadowing me?â the detective joked.

âNot exactly.â Frank grinned, and explained why they had visited the Quality Paper Company.

âGood idea,â said the detective. âDid you learn anything?â

âNo,â Joe replied glumly, then asked suddenly, âDad, did you go to Quality Paper in connection with the warning note on the arrow?â

Mr. Hardy admitted that he had gone there to investigate the watermark. âI believe I did find a clue to confirm a suspicion of mine. But Iâm not sure yet where it will lead.â

The boys sensed that their fatherâs trip had been linked to his secret case. âIf it was to help us on the counterfeiting mystery, heâd say so,â Frank thought. âAnd he hasnât mentioned Elekton, so I guess he doesnât suspect any of that companyâs employees.â

Mr. Hardy changed the subject. He looked at his sons quizzically. âWhatâs this I hear from Aunt Gertrude about you boys coming home last night half dead?â

The boys explained, omitting none of the details. âWe didnât want to alarm Mother and Aunt Gertrude,â Frank said, âso we didnât tell them about the attack.â

Mr. Hardy looked grim and warned his sons gravely to be extra cautious.

âThereâs one bright spot,â he added. âThe print you found on that finger guard. It could be a big break.â

During lunch the detective was unusually preoccupied. The boys tried to draw him out by questions and deductions about the counterfeiting case. He would say very little, however, and seemed to be concentrating on a knotty problem.

A little later the boys rode their motorcycles straight to the boathouse and parked at the street end of the jetty. âChet ought to show up soon,â Joe remarked.

As the brothers walked toward the boathouse Frank commented on his fatherâs preoccupation during luncheon.

âI have a hunch Dadâs assignment is even tougher than usual,â he confided. âI wish we could help him on it.â

Frank seemed to be only half listening and nodded absently.

âWhatâs the matter with you?â Joe laughed. âIâm talking to myself!â

Suddenly Frank stopped. He grasped his brotherâs arm firmly.

âJoe!â he said. âWe may have found a clue in Bridgeport this morning, and didnât realize it!â

CHAPTER X

The Sign of the Arrow

âWHAT clue do you mean, Frank?â Joe demanded eagerly.

âElektonâs name was on that list Mr. Evans showed us this morning.â

âYes, I know. But Dad didnât seem excited over that.â

âWell, I am,â Frank said. âPut two and two together. Every time weâve been near the Elekton area, something has happened. First, the warning on the arrow, then the attack last night.â

âOf course!â Joe said. âI get you! Someone who has access to the companyâs paper supply could have sent the warnings, and knocked us out. But who? An employee of Elekton?â

âThatâs the mystery,â said Frank. âIs the person trying to get at Dad through us? And which of the cases is this mysterious person connected with âthe counterfeit case or Dadâs secret one?â

âThen thereâs the bike,â Joe recalled. âSomeone from the company easily could have taken it from the storage area under the mill at night when the guard and maintenance man were inside the gatehouse.â

âJoe,â said Frank slowly, âweâre theorizing on the case having a connection with Elekton. Do you think Dad is, too, even though he didnât tell us? The Elekton name may have been the clue he found at Quality Paper!â

Joe snapped his fingers. âMy guess is that Dad is doing some detective work for Elekton! That would explain why he canât say anything. Elekton is doing top-secret space missile work.â

âItâs possible,â Frank speculated, âthat Elekton retained Dad because of the chain of sabotage acts in plants handling similar jobs for the government.â

âSounds logical,â Joe agreed. âI guess Dadâs main assignment would be to ward off sabotage at Elekton. No wonder he is so anxious to find out who sent the warnings.â

Just then Chet arrived in the Queen and leaped out.

âI have a job!â he announced to Frank and Joe. Then he looked a bit sheepish. âItâsâerâin the cafeteria, serving behind the food counter. The cafeteria is run on a concession basis, and the people working there arenât as carefully screened as the plant employees.â

Joe grinned. âItâs not very scientific, but think of the food! Youâll be able to eat anything you want.â

Chet sighed, and did not respond with one of his usual humorous comebacks. A worried expression spread over his face. He shifted from one foot to the other.

âWhatâs on your mind?â Joe prodded. âNot nervous about the job, are you?â

Chet shook his head. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a piece of white paper. âI am nervous about thisâanother warning note! It was on the seat of my car when I came out after the job interview.â He handed the note to Frank.

Unfolding it, Frank read aloud, ââYou and your pals watch out!â â There was no signature on the boldly printed note, but at the bottom was the crude drawing of an arrow.

Chet gulped. âMust be that arrow shooter. Heâs keeping tabs on all of us!â he said.

Frank and Joe studied the note intently for a minute, then Frank asked Chet, âWhere did you park?â

âNear the front entrance. The guard at the mill told me to go in that way to reach the personnel office.â Chet smiled faintly. âBoy, was he surprised when I told him I had an appointment.â

The Hardys were more convinced than ever that their unknown enemy must somehow be linked with the Elekton company. âWeâll compare this note with the others,â Frank said. âBut first, Chet, weâll show you something to cheer you up.â

The brothers led their friend into the boathouse. âFeast your eyes!â Joe grinned. âThis is our surprise.â

Chet gasped when he saw the Sleuth. âWow! Sheâs really yours?â

âYou bet! How about a ride?â

Eagerly Chet accepted. As the Hardys refueled from the boathouse tank, they told Chet about the adventure they had had the previous night.

âYou suspect thereâs a connection between somebody at Elekton and the counterfeiting?â Chet guessed.

âThatâs right,â Frank replied.

He then told Chet about the Pritos having received a counterfeit bill. âWe think,â said Joe, âthe boy in the panel truck who gave Mike the counterfeit twenty might have been Ken Blake.â

âKen Blake again,â Chet commented. âFunny how he keeps turning up.â

The Hardys agreed. As Frank steered the Sleuth into the bay, Joe suggested, âLetâs run up Willow River to the mill. Thatâll give you a good chance to see how the boat rides, Chet, and also we can stop to question the guard and maintenance man, and Ken Blake. They might have seen some suspicious people in the area.â

âI shouldâve known this would turn into a sleuthing trip.â Chet sighed. âOh, well, Iâm with you if we can learn anything about the counterfeiters.â

âSomethingâs wrong!â Joe shouted. âI canât slow her down.â

When Frank had the Sleuth well away from shore and out of the path of other craft on the bay, he pushed the throttle for more speed and steered the boat toward the mouth of the river.

The Sleuth responded like a thoroughbred. The stern sat back in the water and in a second it was planing wide open across the bay.

âHow do you like this?â Frank called from the cockpit.

âTerrific!â Chet yelled back enthusiastically.

Frank now swung the wheel back and forth to show his friend how stable the boat was. Then he said, âJoe, take the wheel and show Chet your stuff!â

The brothers changed places and Joe made a wide circle to port, with the Sleuth heeling beautifully. Then he headed for the riverâs narrow mouth.

âBetter slow down!â Frank warned him.

Obediently Joe began to ease the throttle. The Sleuth did not respond! And there was no lessening of the roar of the engine.

Quickly Joe turned the throttle all the way back. Still there was no decrease in speed.

âSomethingâs wrong!â he shouted. âI canât slow her down!â

CHAPTER XI

Sinister Tactics

âWHAT do you mean you canât slow down?â Chet yelled. âTurn off the engine!â

âJoe canât,â Frank said grimly. âHe has the throttle to off position and weâre still traveling at full speed.â

There was no choice for Joe but to swing the Sleuth into another wide, sweeping turn. It would have been foolhardy to enter the river at such speed, and Joe knew that under the circumstances he needed lots of room to maneuver. The motorboat zoomed back into the middle of the bay. It seemed to the boys that suddenly there was far more traffic on the bay than there had been before.

âLook out!â Chet yelled. Joe just missed a high-speed runabout.

He turned and twisted to avoid the small pleasure boats. The young pilot was more worried about endangering these people than he was about colliding with the larger vessels, which were commercial craft.

âKeep her as straight as you can!â Frank shouted to Joe. âIâll take a look at the engine and see what I can do with it.â

Frank stood up and leaned forward to open the cowling in front of the dashboard, as the boat leaped across the waves in the bay.

âWatch out!â Chet yelled, as Frank almost lost his balance.

Joe had made a sharp turn to avoid cutting in front of a rowboat containing a man and several children. Joe realized that the wash of the speeding Sleuth might upset it.

âIf those people are thrown overboard,â he thought, âweâll have to rescue them. But how?â Fortunately, the boat did not overturn.

Frank quickly lifted the cowling from the engine and stepped into the pit. He knew he could open the fuel intake and siphon off the gas into the bay, but this would take too long.

âIâll have to stop the boat-right now!â he decided.

Frank reached down beside the roaring engine and pulled three wires away from the distributor. Instantly the engine died, and Frank stood up just as Joe made another sharp turn to miss hitting a small outboard motorboat that had wandered across their path.

âGood night!â Chet cried out. âThat was a close one!â

Even with the Sleuthâs reduction in speed, the other boat rocked violently back and forth as it was caught in the wash. Frank grasped the gunwale, ready to leap over the side and rescue the man if his boat overturned.

But the smaller craft had been pulled around to face the wash. Though it bounced almost out of the water, the boat quickly resumed an even keel.

The lone man in it kept coming toward the Sleuth. As he drew alongside, he began to wave his arms and shout at the boys.

âWhatâs the matter with you young fools?â he yelled. âYou shouldnât be allowed to operate a boat until you learn how to run one.â

âWe couldnâtââ Joe started to say when the man interrupted.

âYou should have more respect for other peopleâs safety!â

Frank finally managed to explain. âIt was an accident. The throttle was jammed open. I had to pull the wires out of the distributor to stop her.â

By this time the outboard was close enough for its pilot to look over the Sleuthâs side and into the engine housing where Frank was pointing at the distributor.

The man quickly calmed down. âSorry, boys,â he said. âThere are so many fools running around in high-powered boats these days, without knowing anything about the rules of navigation, I just got good and mad at your performance.â

âI donât blame you, sir,â said Joe. Then he asked, âDo you think you could tow us into the municipal dock so that we can have repairs made?â

âGlad to,â said the man.

At the dock, the Hardys and Chet watched while the serviceman checked the Sleuth to find out the cause of the trouble. Presently he looked up at the boys with an odd expression.

âWhatâs the trouble?â Frank asked. âSerious?â

The mechanicâs reply startled them. âThis is a new motorboat and no doubt was in tiptop shape. But somebody tampered with the throttle!â

âWhat!â Joe demanded. âLetâs see!â

The serviceman pointed out where a cotter pin had been removed from the throttle group. And the tension spring which opened and closed the valve had been replaced with a bar to hold the throttle wide open, once it was pushed there.

The Hardys and Chet exchanged glances which meant: âThe unknown enemy again?â

The boys, however, did not mention their suspicions to the mechanic. Frank merely requested him to make the necessary repairs on the Sleuth. Then the trio walked back to the Hardysâ boathouse.

Several fishermen were standing at a nearby wharf. Frank and Joe asked them if they had seen anyone near the boathouse.

âNo,â each one said.

The three boys inspected the boathouse. Frank scrutinized the hasp on the door. âThe Sleuth must have been tampered with while it was inside. Unless it was done last night while we were unconscious.â

There was no sign of the lock having been forced open, but near the edge of the loose hasp there were faint scratches.

âLook!â Joe pointed. âSomebody tore the whole hasp off the door and then carefully put it back on.â

Frank looked grim. âIâm sure this was done by the same person who attacked us last night, and sent us the warnings.â

âYouâre right,â said Joe. âThis is what Dad would call sinister tactics.â

Again both brothers wondered with which case their enemy was connected. There seemed to be no answer to this tantalizing question which kept coming up again and again.

Chet drove the Queen back to the Hardysâ, and the brothers rode their motorcycles. When they reached the house they went at once to the lab with the note Chet had found in his car.

They dusted it for fingerprints but were disappointed again. There was not one trace of a print. The boys found, however, that the paper was the same as that used for the previous warnings.

âWell,â said Joe, âI vote we go on out to the mill.â

The boys went in the Queen. Chet had just brought his car to a stop on the dirt road when Joe called out, âThereâs Ken Blake trimming the grass over by the millrace. Nowâs our chance to talk to him.â

The three jumped out. Ken looked up, stared for a second, then threw his clippers to the ground. To the boysâ surprise, he turned and ran away from them, along the stream.

âWait!â Frank yelled.

Ken looked over his shoulder, but kept on running. Suddenly he tripped and stumbled. For a moment the boy teetered on the bank of the rushing stream. The next instant he lost his balance and fell headlong into the water!

At once the Hardys and Chet dashed to the waterâs edge. Horrified, they saw that the force of the water was carrying the boy, obviously a poor swimmer, straight toward the plunging falls!

CHAPTER XII

An Interrupted Chase

FRANK, quick as lightning, dashed to the mill-stream and plunged in after Ken Blake. The boy was being pulled relentlessly toward the waterfall. In another moment he would be swept over the brink of the dam!

With strong strokes, Frank swam toward the struggling boy. Reaching out desperately, he managed to grasp Kenâs shirt.

Joe jumped in to assist Frank. The two boys were buffeted by the rushing water but between them they managed to drag Ken back from the falls.

âEasy,â Frank cautioned the frightened youth. âRelax. Weâll have you out in a jiffy.â

Despite the weight of their clothes, the Hardys, both proficient at lifesaving techniques, soon worked Ken close to the bank. Chet leaned over and helped haul him out of the water. Then Frank and Joe climbed out.

To their relief, Ken, though white-faced and panting from exhaustion, seemed to be all right. The Hardys flopped to the ground to catch their breath.

âThat was a whale of a rescue!â Chet praised them.

âYou bet!â Ken gasped weakly. âThanks, fellows! Youâve saved my life!â

âIn a way it was our fault,â Joe replied ruefully. âYou wouldnât have fallen in if we hadnât come here. But why did you run away when you saw us?â

Ken hesitated before answering. âMr. Markel âthe guard at the gatehouse-said you wanted to talk to me. He warned me about talking to out. siders, because of the strict security at Elekton.â

Joe nodded. âWe understand, Ken. But,â he added, âwe have something important to ask you, and I donât think you will be going against company rules if you answer. Did anybody use your bike the night before last to deliver a message to our house?â

âYour house?â Ken sounded surprised. âNo. At least, not that I know of.â

Joe went on, âDid you buy a pedal in Bridgeport to replace the one missing from your bike?â

Ken again looked surprised. âYes. It was gone yesterday morning when I came to work. I suspected someone must have used my bike and lost the pedal. When I couldnât find it around here, Mr. Market sent me to Bridgeport to buy a new one.â

It was on the tip of Frankâs tongue to ask the boy if he had seen any person in the area of the mill carrying a bow and arrow. But suddenly Mr. Markel and the maintenance man came dashing from the mill.

âWhatâs going on here?â the guard demanded, staring at the Hardys and Ken, who were still dripping wet.

Briefly, Frank told the men what had happened. They thanked the brothers warmly for the rescue, and the maintenance man hustled Ken into the mill for dry clothes. He did not invite the Hardys inside.

Frank and Joe turned to Mr. Markel, intending to question him. But before they could, a horn sounded and a shabby green panel truck approached the plant gate.

The guard hurried over to admit the truck and it entered without stopping. Suddenly Joe grabbed Frankâs arm. âHey! That truckâs unmarkedâit looks like the one Tony described.â

The brothers peered after the vehicle, but by this time it was far into the grounds, and had turned out of sight behind one of the buildings.

âI wonder,â Joe said excitedly, âif the driver is the man who gave the Pritos the counterfeit bill!â

The boys had noticed only that the driver wore a cap pulled low and sat slouched over the wheel.

âIf this truckâs the same one, it may be connected with Elekton,â Frank said tersely.

Both Hardys, though uncomfortably wet, decided to stay and see what they could find out. They hailed Mr. Markel as he walked back from the Elekton gate.

âDoes that truck belong to Elekton?â Frank asked him.

âNo, it doesnât,â the guard answered.

âDo you know who does own it?â asked Joe.

Mr. Markel shook his head regretfully. âSorry, boys. Iâm afraid Iâm not allowed to give out such information. Excuse me, I have work to do.â He turned and went back into the gatehouse.

âCome on, fellows,â Chet urged. âYouâd better not hang around in those wet clothes.â

The Hardys, however, were determined to stay long enough to question Ken Blake further, if possible.

âHeâll probably be coming outside soon,â said Joe. âFrank and I can dry out on the beach by the cave. It wonât take long in this hot sun.â

Chet sighed. âOkay. And I know what Iâm supposed to doâwait here and watch for Ken.â

Frank chuckled. âYouâre a mind reader.â

Chet took his post at the edge of the woods, and the Hardys hurried down to the riverâs edge.

They spread their slacks and shirts on the sun-warmed rocks. In a short while the clothing was dry enough to put on.

âSay, maybe weâll have time to investigate that tunnel before Chet calls us,â Joe suggested eagerly.

He and Frank started for the cave, but a second later Chet came running through the woods toward them.

âKen came out, but heâs gone on an errand,â he reported, and explained that the boy had rushed from the mill dressed in oversize dungarees and a red shirt. âHe was riding off on his bike when I caught up to him. I told Ken you wanted to see him, but he said he had to make a fast trip downtown and deliver an envelope to the Parker Building.â

âWeâll catch him there,â Frank decided.

The three boys ran up the wooded slope and jumped into the Queen. They kept on the main road to Bayport, hoping to overtake Ken, but they did not pass him.

âHe must have taken another route,â Joe said.

At the Parker Building there were no parking spaces available, so Chet stopped his jalopy long enough to drop off Frank and Joe.

âIâll keep circling the block until you come out,â Chet called as he drove away.

There was no sign of Kenâs bicycle outside the building. The Hardys rushed into the lobby and immediately were met by a five-oâclock crowd of office workers streaming from the elevators. Frank and Joe made their way through the throng, but saw no sign of Ken.

Joe had an idea. âMaybe he was making the delivery to Mr. Peters, the name I saw on the Manila envelope I picked up the other day. Letâs see if Kenâs still in his office.â

The boys ran their eyes down the building directory, but Mr. Peters was not listed. The brothers questioned the elevator starter, who replied that so far as he knew, no one by the name of Peters had an office in the building.

Joe asked the starter, âDid you notice a boy wearing dungarees and a bright-red shirt in the lobby a few minutes ago?â

âSure,â was the prompt reply. âJust before the five-oâclock rush started. I saw the boy come in and give an envelope to a man waiting in the corner over there. The man took the envelope and they both left right away.â

âI guess he must be Mr. Peters,â Frank said.

âCould be,â the starter agreed. âI didnât recognize him.â

As the Hardys hurried outside, Joe said, âWell, we got crossed up on that one. Letâs get back to the mill. Ken will have to drop off the bike.â

The brothers waited at the curb for Chet. In a few minutes the Queen pulled up. âAll aboard!â Chet sang out. âAny luck?â

âNo.â

When Frank told Chet they were returning to the mill, their good-natured friend nodded. âItâs fortunate I bought these sandwiches,â he said, indicating a paper bag on the seat beside him. âI had a feeling weâd be late to supper.â

Joe snapped his fingers. âThat reminds me. Iâll stop and phone our families so they wonât wait supper for us.â

After Joe had made the calls and they were on their way again, he told Frank and Chet that Mr. Hardy had left a message saying he would not be home until after ten oâclock.

As the Queen went down the side road past the Elekton buildings, Frank thought, âIf Dad is working for Elekton, he might be somewhere in the plant right this minute.â

The same possibility was running through Joeâs mind. âWonder if Dad is expecting a break in his secret case.â

As Chet neared the turn into the mill road, a green truck zoomed out directly in front of the Queen. Chet jammed on his brake, narrowly avoiding a collision. The truck swung around the jalopy at full speed and roared off toward the highway.

âThe green truck we saw before!â Joe exclaimed. âThis time I got the license number, but couldnât see the driverâs face.â

âLetâs follow him!â Frank urged.

Chet started back in pursuit. âThat guy ought to be arrested for reckless driving!â he declared indignantly.

The Hardys peered ahead as they turned right onto the main road, trying to keep the truck in sight. Suddenly the boys heard a tremendous bo-o-om and felt the car shake.

âAn explosion!â Joe cried out, turning his head. âLook!â

Against the sky a brilliant flash and billows of smoke came from the direction of Elekton. Another explosion followed.

âThe plantâs blowing up!â Joe gasped.

CHAPTER XIII

Sudden Suspicion

THE roar of the explosion and the sight of smoke and flames stunned the three boys for a moment. Chet stepped on the brake so fast that his passengers hit the dashboard.

âTake it easy!â urged Frank, although he was as excited as Chet.

All thoughts of chasing the mysterious green truck were erased from the Hardysâ minds.

âLetâs get as close as possible,â Frank said tersely, as Chet headed the car back toward the plant. âIâd like to know whatââ

Frank broke off as a series of explosions occurred. The brothers sat forward tensely.

As the Queen drew near the main entrance, the boys could see that the flames and smoke were pouring from a single building at the northeast corner.

âItâs one of the labs, I think,â said Frank.

Quickly Chet pulled over and parked, and the boys hopped out of the jalopy. The series of explosive sounds had died away, but the damage appeared to be extensive. Most of the windows in the steel-and-concrete building had been blown out by the force of the blast.

Smoke and flames were pouring out of the blackened spaces where the windows had been. As the boys ran toward the front, the roof of the west wing caved in. The rush of oxygen provided fuel for a new surge of flames that reached toward the sky.

âLucky this happened after closing time,â Chet murmured, staring wide-eyed at the fire. âThere might have been a lot of injuries.â

âI hope no one was inside.â Joe exchanged worried glances with his brother. Both shared the same concern. It was for their father.

âI wish we could find out whether or not Dadâs at Elekton,â Frank whispered to Joe.

At this point, the boys heard the scream of sirens. Soon fire trucks and police cars from Bayport pulled up at the front gate. The Hardys saw Chief Collig in the first police car. They rushed up to him and he asked how they happened to be there.

âSleuthing,â Frank answered simply. Without going into detail, he added, âJoe and I arenât sure, but we have a hunch Dad may have beenâ or still isâhere at Elekton. All right if we go into the grounds and look around?â he asked eagerly. âAnd take Chet?â

The officer agreed.

By this time the guard had opened the wide gate, and the fire apparatus rushed in. Some of the police officers followed, while others took positions along the road and directed traffic so it would not block the path of emergency vehicles.

As the boys rode inside with the chief, Joe asked him, âAny idea what caused the explosion?â

âNot yet. Hard to tell until the firemen can get inside the building.â

When they reached the burning structure, Chief Collig began directing police operations, and checking with the firemen. As soon as they seemed to have the flames under control, the firemen entered the laboratory building to look for any possible victims of the explosions.

The Hardys and Chet, meanwhile, had searched the outdoors area for Mr. Hardy, but did not see the detective.

âMaybe we were wrong about Dadâs coming here,â Joe said to his brother, more hopeful than before. âDad probably wouldnât have been in the lab.â

The brothers went back to Chief Collig, who told them he had not seen Fenton Hardy. Just then the fire chief came up to the group.

âIâll bet this fire was no accident,â he reported grimly to Collig. âThe same thing happened in Indiana about two months agoâand that was sabotage!â

Frank and Joe stared at each other. âSabotage!â Joe whispered.

A startling thought flashed into Frankâs mind, and, drawing his brother aside, he exclaimed, âRemember what we overheard Dad say on the phone? âThe same eight-and-one pattern. Iâll be there.â â

âAnd two months equal about eight weeks,â Joe added excitedly. âThat might have been the saboteursâ time schedule Dad was referring to! So maybe the explosion at Elekton was set for today!â

Frankâs apprehension about his father returned full force. âJoe,â he said tensely, âDad might have been inside the lab building trying to stop the saboteurs!â

Deeply disturbed, the Hardys pleaded with Chief Collig for permission to enter the building and search for their father.

âI can tell youâre worried, boys,â the officer said sympathetically. âBut itâs still too risky for me to let you go inside. Itâll be some time before weâre sure thereâs no danger of further explosions.â

âI know,â Frank agreed. âBut what if Dad is in there and badly hurt?â

The police chief did his best to reassure the brothers. âYour father would never forgive me if I let you risk your lives,â he added. âI suggest that you go on home and cheer up your mother in case she has the same fears you do. I promise if I see your dad Iâll call you, or ask him to.â

The boys realized that their old friend was right, and slowly walked away. Frank and Joe looked back once at the blackened building, outlined against the twilight sky. Wisps of smoke still curled from the torn-out windows. It was a gloomy, silent trio that drove to the Hardy home in the Queen.

Frank and Joe decided not to tell their mother or aunt of their fear, or to give any hint of their suspicions. When the boys entered the living room, both women gave sighs of relief. They had heard the explosions and the subsequent news flashes about it.

Aunt Gertrude looked at the boys sharply. âBy the way, where have you three been all this time? I was afraid that you might have been near Elektonâs.â

Frank, Joe, and Chet admitted that they had been. âYou know we couldnât miss a chance to find out what the excitement was about,â Joe said teasingly, then added with an assurance he was far from feeling, âDonât worry. The fire was pretty much under control when we left.â

To change the subject, Frank said cheerfully, âI sure am hungry. Letâs dig into those sandwiches you bought, Chet!â

âGood idea!â Joe agreed.

âAre you sure you donât want me to fix you something hot to eat?â Mrs. Hardy asked.

âThanks, Mother, but weâll have enough.â Frank smiled.

Chet called his family to let them know where he was, then the three boys sat down in the kitchen and halfheartedly munched the sandwiches. Aunt Gertrude bustled in and served them generous portions of deep-dish apple pie.

âThis is more super than usual,â Chet declared, trying hard to be cheerful.

The boys finished their pie, but without appetite. When they refused second helpings, however, Aunt Gertrude demanded suspiciously, âAre you illâor what?â

âOh, no, Aunty,â Joe replied hastily. âJustâerâtoo much detecting.â

âI can believe that!â Miss Hardy said tartly.

The evening dragged on, tension mounting every minute. The boys tried to read or talk, but their concern for the detectiveâs safety made it impossible to concentrate on anything else.

Eleven oâclock! Where was their father? Frank and Joe wondered.

âArenât you boys going to bed soon?â Mrs. Hardy asked, as she and Aunt Gertrude started upstairs.

âPretty soon,â Frank answered.

The three boys sat glumly around the living room for a few minutes until the women were out of earshot.

âFellows,â said Chet, âI caught on that youâre sure your dad is working on an important case for Elekton, and itâs a top-secret oneâthatâs why you couldnât say anything about it.â

âYouâre right,â Frank told him.

Chet went on to mention that his father had heard of various problems at Elektonâproducâtion stoppages caused by power breaks, and, before the buildings were completed, there were reports of tools and equipment being missing.

âThis ties in with our hunch about the secrecy of Dadâs case,â Frank said. âThe company must have suspected that major sabotage was being planned, and retained Dad to try and stop it.â

Talking over their speculations helped to relieve some of the tension the boys felt and made the time pass a little faster as they waited for news of Fenton Hardy.

âI wonder how the saboteurs got into the plant?â Joe said, thinking aloud. âBoth the gates are locked and well guarded. It seems almost impossible for anyone to have sneaked in the necessary amount of explosivesâwithout inside help.â

A sudden thought flashed into Frankâs mind. He leaped to his feet. âThe green truck!â he exclaimed. âIt was unmarked, remember? It could have been carrying dynamiteâcamouflaged under ordinary supplies!â

âThat could be, Frank!â Joe jumped up. âIf so, no wonder it was in such a rush! Iâll phone the chief right now and give him the truckâs license number.â

Frank went with Joe to the hall telephone. As they approached the phone, it rang. The bell, shattering the tense atmosphere, seemed louder than usual.

âIt must be Dad!â exclaimed the brothers together, and Chet hurried into the hall.

Frank eagerly lifted the receiver. âHello!â he said expectantly.

The next moment Frank looked dejected. He replaced the receiver and said glumly, âWrong number.â

The Hardys exchanged bleak looks. What had happened to their father?

CHAPTER XIV

Prisoners!

THE HARDYSâ disappointment in discovering that the telephone call was not from their father was intense. Nevertheless, Joe picked up the receiver and dialed police headquarters to report the truckâs license number.

âLineâs busy,â he said.

Joe tried several more times without success. Suddenly he burst out, âI canât stand it another minute to think of Dad perhaps lying out there hurt. Letâs go back to Elekton and see if we can learn something.â

âAll right,â Frank agreed, also eager for action, and the three rushed to the front door.

Just as they opened it, the boys saw the headlights of a car turning into the driveway.

âItâs Dad!â Joe barely refrained from shouting so as not to awaken Mrs. Hardy and Aunt Gertrude.

The detectiveâs sedan headed for the garage at the back of the house. Heaving sighs of thankful relief, the boys quietly hurried through the house into the kitchen to meet him.

âAre we glad to see you, Dad!â Frank exclaimed as he came into the house.

His father looked pale and disheveled. There was a large purple bruise on his left temple. He slumped wearily into a chair.

âI guess Iâm lucky to be here.â Mr. Hardy managed a rueful smile. âWell, I owe you boys an explanation, and now is the time.â

âDad,â Joe spoke up, âyou are working on the sabotage case for Elekton, arenât you?â

âAnd you were in the lab building during the explosions?â Frank put in.

âYouâre both right,â the detective replied. âOf course I know I can depend on all of you to keep the matter strictly confidential. The case is far from solved.â

Mr. Hardy was relieved that Frank and Joe had kept their fears for his safety from his wife and sister. He now revealed to the boys that for the past several hours he had been closeted with Elektonâs officials. Suspecting that the saboteurs had inside help, the detective had screened the records of all employees. He and the officials had found nothing suspicious.

âIâll submit a full report to the FBI tomorrow morning, and continue a search on my own.â

When Joe asked if the eight-and-one pattern referred to the saboteursâ schedule, his father nodded. âIn the other plants, the sabotage took place eight weeks plus one day apart.

âIn each of those plants,â the detective went on, âthe damage occurred right after closing time. Figuring the schedule would be exactly right for

an attempt on Elekton in a couple of days, I started a systematic check of the various buildings. I planned to check daily, until the saboteurs had been caught here or elsewhere. At my request, one company security guard was assigned to assist me. I felt that the fewer people who knew what I was doing, the better. Thatâs how I ruined the saboteursâ plan in Detroit.

âNothing suspicious occurred here until today when I took up a post in the section of the building where the experimental work is being conducted. After all the employees had left, and the dim night-lights were on, I went toward the east lab wing to investigate.â

Mr. Hardy paused, took a deep breath, and continued, âJust as I reached the lab, I happened to glance back into the hall. Things started to happenâfast.â

âWhat did you see, Dad?â asked Joe, and all the boys leaned forward expectantly.

The detective went on, âHurrying down the hall from the west lab were two men in work clothes, one carrying a leather bag. I knew there werenât supposed to be any workmen in the building. I stepped out to question them, but the pair broke into a run and dashed past me down the stairs.â

âDid you see what either of them looked like?â Frank asked.

âI did catch a glimpse of one before they broke away. He had heavy features and thick eyebrows. But just as I was about to take off after them, I smelled something burning in the east lab and went to investigate. The first thing I saw was a long fuse sputtering toward a box of dynamite, set against the wall.

âI didnât know if it was the kind of fuse that would burn internally or not, so I took my pen-knife and cut it close to the dynamite. Professional saboteurs donât usually rely on just one explosive, so I started for the west wing to check the lab there.â

Mr. Hardy leaned back in his chair and rubbed the bruise on his temple. In a low voice he said, âBut I didnât make it. I was running toward the hall when there was a roar and a burst of flame. The explosion lifted me off my feet and threw me against the wall. Though I was stunned, I managed to get back to the east wing. I reached for the phone, then blacked out.

âI must have been unconscious for some time because when the firemen found me and helped me out of the building, the fire had been put out.â

âYouâre all right now?â asked Frank.

âYes. It was a temporary blackout from shock. What bothers me is that I had the saboteursâ pattern figured outâonly they must have become panicky, and moved up their nefarious scheme two days.â

Joe looked grim. âI wish weâd been there to help you capture those rats!â

Chet asked Mr. Hardy if he would like a fruit drink. âIâll make some lemonade,â he offered.

âSounds good.â Mr. Hardy smiled.

As they sipped the lemonade, Frank and Joe questioned their father about his theories.

âIâm still convinced,â said Mr. Hardy, âthat one of those men works in the plant. How else would he have known when the watchman makes his rounds and how to disconnect the electronic alarms? But I canât figure how the outside accomplice got inâthose gates are carefully guarded.â

At this point, Frank told his father about the green truck. âWe suspected at first it might be connected with the counterfeiters. Now we have a hunch the saboteurs may have used it.â

Fenton Hardy seemed greatly encouraged by this possible lead. Joe gave him the license number, which Mr. Hardy said he would report to Chief Collig at once.

When Mr. Hardy returned from the telephone, he told the boys the chief would check the license number with the Motor Vehicle Bureau in the morning and by then he also would have some information about the print on the archerâs finger guard.

The next morning after breakfast Frank said he wanted to take another look at the warning notes.

âWhy?â Joe asked curiously as they went to the file.

Frank held up the âarrowâ warning, and the one received by Chet. âIâve been thinking about the printing on these twoâseems familiar. I have it!â he burst out.

âHave what?â Joe asked.

âThis printingââFrank pointed to the papers ââis the same as the printing on Kenâs envelope addressed to Victor Peters. Iâm positive.â

Excitedly the brothers speculated on the possible meaning of this clue. âIâd sure like to find out,â said Joe, âwho addresses the envelopes Ken delivers, and if theyâre always sent to Mr. Peters in the Parker Building. And whyâif he doesnât have an office there. And who is Victor Peters?â

âIf the person who addresses the envelopes and the sender of the warnings are the same,â Frank declared, âit looks as though heâs sending something to a confederate, under pretense of having work done for Elekton. I wonder what that something could be?â

âAt any rate,â Joe added, âthis could be a link either to the counterfeiters or to the saboteurs. Which one?â

The boys decided to go out to the mill again, in hopes of quizzing Ken Blake. Just then their father came downstairs. Frank and Joe were glad to see that he looked rested and cheerful.

Mr. Hardy phoned Chief Collig. When the detective hung up, he told his sons that the license number belonged to stolen plates and the fingerprint to a confidence man nicknamed The Arrow.

âHeâs called this because for several years he worked at exclusive summer resorts, teaching archery to wealthy vacationers, then fleecing as many of them as he could. After each swindle, The Arrow disappeared. Unfortunately, thereâs no picture of him on file. All the police have is a general description of him.â

Frank and Joe learned that the swindler had a pleasant speaking voice, was of medium height, with dark hair and brown eyes.

âNot much to go on,â Joe remarked glumly.

âNo, but if he is working for Elekton, he must be pretty shrewd to have passed their screening.â

Mr. Hardy agreed, and phoned Elekton, requesting the personnel department to check if anybody answering The Arrowâs description was employed there.

The brothers then informed their father about the similar lettering on the warnings and Kenâs Manila envelope.

âA valuable clue,â he remarked. âI wish I could go with you to question Ken.â The detective explained that right now he had to make his report of the explosion to the nearby FBI office.

When he had left, Frank and Joe rode off to the mill on their motorcycles.

At the gatehouse the guard had unexpected news. âKen Blake isnât working here any more,â Mr. Markel said. âWe had to discharge him.â

âWhy?â asked Joe in surprise.

The guard replied that most of the necessary jobs had been done around the mill grounds. âMr. Dockerâmy coworkerâand I felt we could handle everything from now on,â he explained.

âI see,â said Frank. âCan you tell us where Ken is staying?â

Markel said he was not sure, but he thought Ken might have been boarding in an old farmhouse about a mile up the highway.

When the brothers reached the highway, they stopped. âWhich way do we go? Mr. Markel didnât tell us,â Joe said in chagrin.

âInstead of going back to find out, letâs ask at that gas station across the way,â Frank suggested. âSomeone there may know.â

âAn old farmhouse?â the attendant repeated in answer to Frankâs query. âThereâs one about a mile from here going toward Bayport. That might be the place your friend is staying. What does he look like?â

Frank described Ken carefully. The attendant nodded. âYep. Iâve seen him ride by here on his bike. A couple of times when I was going past the farm I noticed him turn in the dirt road to it.â

âThanks a lot!â The Hardys cycled off quickly.

Soon they were heading up the narrow, dusty lane, which led to a ramshackle, weather-beaten house. The brothers parked their motorcycles among the high weeds in front of it and dismounted.

âThis place seems deserted!â Joe muttered.

Frank agreed and looked around, perplexed. âOdd that Ken would be boarding in such a run-down house.â

Frank and Joe walked onto the creaky porch and knocked at the sagging door. There was no answer. They knocked again and called. Still no response.

âSome peculiar boardinghouse!â Joe said. âI wouldnât want a room here!â

Frank frowned. âThis must be the wrong place. Lookâitâs all locked up and thereâs hardly any furniture.â

âIâll bet nobody lives in this house!â Joe burst out.

âBut the attendant said he has seen Ken riding in here,â Frank declared. âWhy?â

âLetâs have a look,â Joe urged.

Mystified, Frank and Joe circled the house. Since they were now certain it had been abandoned, they glanced in various windows. When Joe came to the kitchen he grabbed Frankâs arm excitedly.

âSomebody is staying here! Could it be Ken?â

Through the dusty glass the boys could see on a rickety table several open cans of food, a carton of milk, and a bowl.

âMust be a tramp,â Frank guessed. âIâm sure Ken wouldnât live here.â

In turning away, the young detectives noticed a small stone structure about ten yards behind the house. It was the size of a one-car garage. Instead of windows, it had slits high in the walls.

âIt probably was used to store farm equipment,â Frank said. âWe might as well check.â

They unbolted the old-fashioned, stout, wooden double doors. These swung outward, and the boys were surprised that the doors opened so silently. âAs if theyâd been oiled,â Frank said.

âNo wonder!â Joe cried out. âLook!â

Inside was a shabby green panel truck! âThe same one we saw yesterday! Joe exclaimed. âWhatâs it doing here?â

The boys noticed immediately that the vehicle had no license plates. âThey probably were taken off,â Frank surmised, âand disposed of.â

âWeâre prisoners!â Frank exclaimed

Frank checked the glove compartment while Joe looked on the seat and under the cushion for any clue to the driver or owner of the vehicle. Suddenly he called out, âHey! Whatâs going on?â

Joe jumped from the truck and saw with astonishment that the garage doors were swinging shut. Together, the boys rushed forward but not in time. They heard the outside bolt being rammed into place.

âWeâre prisoners!â Frank exclaimed.

Again and again the Hardys threw their weight against the doors. This proved futile. Panting, Frank and Joe looked for a means of escape.

âThose slits in the wall are too high and too narrow, anyway,â Frank said, chiding himself for not having been on guard.

Finally he reached into the glove compartment and drew out an empty cigarette package he had noticed before. He pulled off the foil. Joe understood immediately what his brother had in mind. Frank lifted the truckâs hood and jammed the foil between the starting wires near the fuse box. âWorth a try,â he said. âIgnition keyâs gone. If we can start the engineâweâll smash our way out!â

Joe took his place at the wheel and Frank climbed in beside him. To their delight, Joe gunned the engine into life.

âHere goes!â he muttered grimly. âBrace yourself!â

âReady!â

Joe eased the truck as far back as he could, then accelerated swiftly forward. The truckâs wheels spun on the dirt floor and then with a roar it headed for the heavy doors.

CHAPTER XV

Lead to a Counterfeiter

C-R-A-S-H! The green truck smashed through the heavy garage doors. The Hardys felt a terrific jolt and heard the wood splinter and rip as they shot forward into the farmyard.

âWow!â Joe gasped as he braked to a halt. âWeâre freeâbut not saying in what shape!â

Frank gave a wry laugh. âProbably better than the front of this truck!â

The boys hopped to the ground and looked around the overgrown yard. No one was in sight. The whole area seemed just as deserted as it had been when they arrived.

âLetâs check the house,â Joe urged. âSomeone could be hiding in there.â

The brothers ran to the run-down dwelling. They found all the doors and windows locked. Again they peered through the dirty panes, but did not see anyone.

âI figure that whoever locked us in the garage would decide that getting away from here in a hurry was his safest bet.â

âHe must have gone on foot,â Joe remarked. âI didnât hear an engine start up.â

The Hardys decided to separate, each searching the highway for a mile in opposite directions.

âWeâll meet back at the service station we stopped at,â Frank called as the boys kicked their motors into life and took off toward the highway.

Fifteen minutes later they parked near the station. Neither boy had spotted any suspicious pedestrians.

âDid you see anybody come down this road in a hurry during the past twenty minutes?â Joe asked the attendant.

âI didnât notice, fellows,â came the answer. âIâve been busy working under a car. Find your friend?â

âNo. That farmhouse is apparently deserted except for signs of a tramp living there,â Joe told him.

The Hardys quickly asked the attendant if he knew of any boardinghouse nearby. After a momentâs thought, he replied:

âI believe a Mrs. Smith, who lives a little ways beyond the old place, takes boarders.â

âWeâll try there. Thanks again,â Frank said as he and Joe went back to their motorcycles.

Before Frank threw his weight back on the starter, he said, âWell, letâs hope Ken Blake can give us a lead.â

âIf we ever find him,â Joe responded.

They located Mrs. Smithâs boardinghouse with no trouble. She was a pleasant, middle-aged woman and quickly confirmed that Ken was staying there for the summer. She was an old friend of his parents. Mrs. Smith invited the Hardys to sit down in the living room.

âKenâs upstairs now,â she said. âIâll call him.â

When Ken came down, the Hardys noticed that he looked dejected. Frank felt certain it was because of losing his job and asked him what had happened.

âI donât know,â Ken replied. âMr. Markel just told me I wouldnât be needed any longer. I hope Iâll be able to find another job this summer,â he added. âMy folks sent me here for a vacation. But I was going to surprise themââ His voice trailed off sadly.

âKen,â Frank said kindly, âyou may be able to help us in a very important way. Now that youâre not working at the Elekton gatehouse, we hope you can answer some questionsâto help solve a mystery.â

Frank explained that he and Joe often worked on mysteries and assisted their detective father.

Kenâs face brightened. âIâll do my best, fellows,â he assured them eagerly.

âLast week,â Joe began, âa shabby green panel truck went to Pritosâ Supply Yard and picked up old bricks and lumber. Our friend Tony Prito said there was a boy in the truck who helped the yardman with the loading. Were you the boy?â

âYes,â Ken replied readily.

âWho was the driver?â Frank asked him.

âMr. Docker, the maintenance man at the mill. He said heâd hurt his arm and asked me to help load the stuff.â Ken looked puzzled. âIs that part of the mystery?â

âWe think it could be,â Frank said. âNow, Ken âweâve learned since then that one of the bills you gave the yardman is a counterfeit twenty.â

Kenâs eyes opened wide in astonishment. âAâa counterfeit!â he echoed. âHonest, I didnât know it was, Frank and Joelâ

âOh, weâre sure you didnât,â Joe assured him. âHave you any idea who gave Docker the cash?â

Ken told the Hardys he did not know. Then Frank asked:

âWhat were the old bricks and lumber used for, Ken?â

âMr. Docker told me they were for repair work around the plant. After we got back to the mill, Mr. Markel and I stored the load in the base. ment.â

âIs it still there?â asked Frank.

âI guess so,â Ken answered. âUp to the time I left, it hadnât been taken out.â

The Hardys determined to question Markel and Docker at the first opportunity. Then Frank changed the subject and asked about the day of the picnic when Joe thought he had seen Ken at the window.

âI remember,â the younger boy said. âI did see you all outside. I never knew you were looking for me.â

âWhen we told Mr. Docker,â Frank went on, âhe said Joe must have been mistaken.â

Ken remarked slowly, âHe probably was worrying about the plantâs security policy. He and Mr. Markel were always reminding me not to talk to anybody.â

âDuring the time you were working at the Elekton gatehouse, did you see any strange or suspicious person near either the plant or the mill grounds?â Frank asked.

âNo,â said Ken in surprise. Curiosity overcoming him, he burst out, âYou mean thereâs some crook loose around here?â

Frank and Joe nodded vigorously. âWeâre afraid so,â Frank told him. âBut who, or what heâs up to, is what weâre trying to find out. When we do, weâll explain everything.â

Joe then asked Ken if he had seen anyone in the area of the mill with a bow and arrow.

âA bow and arrow?â Ken repeated. âNo, I never did. I sure wouldâve remembered that!â

Frank nodded and switched to another line of questioning. âWhen you delivered envelopes, Ken, did you always take them to Mr. Victor Peters?â

âYes,â Ken answered.

The Hardys learned further that Kenâs delivery trips always had been to Bayportâsometimes to the Parker Building, and sometimes to other office buildings in the business section.

âDid Mr. Peters meet you in the lobby every time?â Frank queried.

âThatâs right.â

âWhat was in the envelopes?â was Joeâs next question.

âMr. Markel said they were bulletins and forms to be printed for Elekton.â

âWere the envelopes always marked confidential?â Joe asked.

âYes.â

âProbably everything is that Elekton sends out,â Frank said.

âSounds like a complicated delivery arrangement to me,â Joe declared.

Ken admitted that he had not thought much about it at the time, except that he had assumed Mr. Peters relayed the material to the printing company.

Frank and Joe glanced at each other. Both remembered Frankâs surmise that the bulky Manila envelopes had not contained bona fide Elekton papers at all!

âWhat does Mr. Peters look like?â asked Joe, a note of intense excitement in his voice.

âAverage height and stocky, with a sharp nose. Sometimes heâd be wearing sunglasses.â

âStocky and a sharp nose,â Frank repeated. âSunglasses.â Meaningfully he asked Joe, âWhom does that description fit?â

Joe jumped to his feet. âThe man who gave Chet the counterfeit twenty at the railroad station!â

The Hardys had no doubt now that the mysterious Victor Peters must be a passer for the counterfeit ring!

CHAPTER XVI

A Night Assignment

GREATLY excited at this valuable clue to the counterfeiters, Frank asked, âKen, who gave Mr. Markel the envelopes for Victor Peters?â

âIâm sorry, fellows, I donât know.â

The Hardys speculated on where Peters was living. Was it somewhere near Bayport?

Joeâs eyes narrowed. âKen,â he said, âthis morning we found out that sometimes youâd ride up that dirt road to the deserted farmhouse. Was it for any particular reason?â

âYes,â Ken replied. âMr. Markel told me a poor old man was staying in the house, and a couple of times a week I was sent there to leave a box of food on the front porch.â

âDid you ever see the âpoor old manâ?â Frank asked. âOr the green panel truck?â

The Hardys were not surprised when the answer to both questions was No. They suspected the âpoor old manâ was Peters hiding out there and that he had made sure the truck was out of sight whenever Ken was expected.

The brothers were silent, each puzzling over the significance of what they had just learned. If the truck was used by the counterfeiters, how did this tie in with its being used for the sabotage at Elekton?

âWas The Arrow in league with the saboteurs? Did he also have something to do with the envelopes sent to Victor Peters?â Joe asked himself.

Frank wondered, âIs The Arrowâor a confederate of his working at Elektonâthe person responsible for the warnings, the attack on us, and the tampering with the Sleuth?â

âKen,â Frank said aloud, âI think youâd better come and stay with us for a while, until we break this case. Maybe you can help us.â

He did not want to mention it to Ken, but the possibility had occurred to him that the boy might be in danger if the counterfeiters suspected that he had given the Hardys any information about Victor Peters.

Ken was delighted with the idea, and Mrs. Smith, who knew of Fenton Hardy and his sons, gave permission for her young charge to go.

As a precaution, Frank requested the kindly woman to tell any stranger asking for Ken Blake that he was âvisiting friends.â

âIâll do that,â she agreed.

Ken rode the back seat of Joeâs motorcycle on the trip to High Street. He was warmly welcomed by Mrs. Hardy and Aunt Gertrude.

âI hope you enjoy your stay here,â said Mrs. Hardy, who knew that Frank and Joe had a good reason for inviting Ken. But neither woman asked questions in his presence.

âYour father probably will be out all day,â Mrs. Hardy told her sons. âHeâll phone later.â

While lunch was being prepared, Frank called police headquarters to give Chief Collig a report on what had happened at the deserted farmhouse.

âIâll notify the FBI,â the chief said. âIâm sure theyâll want to send men out there to examine that truck and take fingerprints. Elekton,â the chief added, âhad no record of any employee answering The Arrowâs description.â

âWeâre working on a couple of theories,â Frank confided. âBut nothing definite so far.â

After lunch the Hardys decided their next move was to try to find out more about the contents of the envelopes Ken had delivered to Peters.

âWe could ask Elekton officials straight out,â Joe suggested.

His brother did not agree. âWithout tangible evidence to back us up, weâd have to give too many reasons for wanting to know.â

Finally Frank hit on an idea. He telephoned Elekton, asked for the accounting department, and inquired where the company had its printing done. The accounting clerk apparently thought he was a salesman, and gave him the information.

Frank hung up. âWhat did they say?â Joe asked impatiently.

âAll Elektonâs printing is done on the premises!â

âThat proves it!â Joe burst out. âThe setup with Ken delivering envelopes to Peters isnât a legitimate one, and has nothing to do with Elek ton business.â

Meanwhile Ken, greatly mystified, had been listening intently. Now he spoke up. âJeepers, Frank and Joe, have I been doing something wrong?â

In their excitement the Hardys had almost forgotten their guest. Frank turned to him apologetically. âNot you, Ken. Weâre trying to figure out who has.â

Just then the Hardys heard the familiar chug of the Queen pulling up outside. The brothers went out to the porch with Ken. Chet leaped from his jalopy and bounded up to them. His chubby face was split with a wide grin.

âGet a load of this!â He showed them a badge with his picture on it. âIâll have to wear it when I start work. Everybody has to wear one before he can get into the plant,â he added. âEven the president of Elekton!â

Suddenly Chet became aware of Ken Blake. âHello!â the plump boy greeted him in surprise. Ken smiled, and the Hardys told their friend of the morningâs adventure.

âBoy!â Chet exclaimed. âThings are starting to pop! So you found that green truck!â

At these words a strange look crossed Frankâs face.

âChet,â he said excitedly, âdid you say every body must show identification to enter Elektonâs grounds?â

âYesâeverybody,â Chet answered positively.

âWhat are you getting at, Frank?â his brother asked quickly.

âBefore yesterdayâs explosion, when we saw the gate guard admit the green truck, the driver didnât stopâdidnât: show any identification at all!â

âThatâs true!â Joe exclaimed. âMr. Markel doesnât seem to be the careless type, though.â

âI know,â Frank went on. âIf the green truck was sneaking in explosivesâwhat better way than to let the driver zip right through.â

Joe stared at his brother. âYou mean Markel deliberately let the truck go by? That heâs in league with the saboteurs, or the counterfeiters, or both?â

As the others listened in astonishment, Frank replied, âI have more than a hunch he isâand Docker, too. It would explain a lot.â

Joe nodded in growing comprehension. âIt sure would!â

âHow?â demanded Chet.

Joe took up the line of deduction. âMarkel himself told Ken the envelopes were for the printer. Why did Docker say Ken wasnât at the mill the day I saw him? And what was the real reason for his being discharged?â

âIâm getting it,â Chet interjected. âThose men were trying to keep you from questioning Ken. Why?â

âPerhaps because of what Ken could tell us, if we happened to ask him about the envelopes he delivered,â Joe replied. Then he asked Ken if Markel and Docker knew that Joe had picked up the envelope the day of the near accident.

âI didnât say anything about that,â Ken replied. The boyâs face wore a perplexed, worried look. âYou mean Mr. Docker and Mr. Markel might beâcrooks! They didnât act that way.â

âI agree,â Frank said. âAnd we still have no proof. Weâll see if we can find someâone way or another.â

The Hardys reflected on the other mysterious happenings. âThe green truck,â Frank said, âcould belong to the gatehouse men, since it seems to be used for whatever their scheme is, and they are hiding it at the deserted farmhouse.â

âAlso,â Joe put in, âif Victor Peters is the âold man,â heâs probably an accomplice.â

âAnd,â Frank continued, âdonât forget that the bike Ken used was available to both Docker and Markel to deliver the warning note. The arrow shooting occurred near the mill; the attack on us in the woods that night was near the mill. The warning note found in Chetâs car was put there after Markel told him to go to the front gate. The guard probably lied to Chet the first day we went to the millâhe never did phone the personnel department.â

âAnother thing,â Joe pointed out. âBoth men are more free to come and go than someone working in the plant.â

There was silence while the Hardys concentrated on what their next move should be.

âNo doubt about it,â Frank said finally. âEverything seems to point toward the mill as the place to find the answers.â

âAnd the only way to be sure,â Joe added, âis to go and find out ourselves. How about tonight?â

Frank and Chet agreed, and the boys decided to wait until it was fairly dark. âIâll call Tony and see if he can go with us,â Frank said. âWeâll need his help.â

Tony was eager to accompany the trio. âSounds as if youâre hitting pay dirt in the mystery,â he remarked when Frank had brought him up to date.

âWe hope so.â

Later, Joe outlined a plan whereby they might ascertain if Peters was an accomplice of Docker and Markel, and at the same time make it possible for them to get into the mill.

âSwell idea,â Frank said approvingly. âBetter brush up on your voice-disguising technique!â

Joe grinned. âIâll practice.â

Just before supper Mr. Hardy phoned to say he would not be home until later that night.

âMaking progress, Dad?â asked Frank, who had taken the call.

âCould be, son,â the detective replied. âThatâs why Iâll be delayed. Tell your mother and Gertrude not to worry.â

âOkay. And, DadâJoe and I will be doing some sleuthing tonight to try out a few new ideas we have.â

âFine. But watch your step!â

About eight-thirty that evening Chet and Tony pulled up to the Hardy home in the Queen.

Ken Blake went with the brothers to the door. âSee you later, Ken,â Frank said, and Joe added, âI know youâd like to come along, but we donât want you taking any unnecessary risks.â

The younger boy looked wistful. âI wish I could do something to help you fellows.â

âThere is a way you can help,â Frank told him.

At that moment Mrs. Hardy and Aunt Gertrude came into the hall. Quickly Frank drew Ken aside and whispered something to him.

CHAPTER XVII

Secret Signal

WITH rising excitement, Frank, Joe, Chet, and Tony drove off through the dusk toward the old mill.

Chet came to a stop about one hundred yards from the beginning of the dirt road leading to the gatehouse. He and Tony jumped out. They waved to the Hardys, then disappeared into the woods.

Joe took the wheel of the jalopy. âNow, part two of our plan. I hope it works.â

The brothers quickly rode to the service station where they had been that morning. Joe parked and hurried to the outdoor telephone booth nearby. From his pocket he took a slip of paper on which Ken had jotted down the night telephone number of the Elekton gatehouse.

Joe dialed the number, then covered the mouthpiece with his handkerchief to muffle his voice.

A familiar voice answered, âGatehouse. Markel speaking.â

Joe said tersely, âPeters speaking. Something has gone wrong. Both of you meet me outside the Parker Building. Make it snappy!â Then he hung up.

When Joe returned to the Queen, Frank had turned it around and they were ready to go. They sped back toward the mill and in about ten minutes had the jalopy parked out of sight in the shadows of the trees where the dirt road joined the paved one.

The brothers, keeping out of sight among the trees, ran to join Chet and Tony who were wait ing behind a large oak near the edge of the gatehouse grounds.

âIt worked!â Tony reported excitedly. âAbout fifteen minutes ago the lights in the mill went out, and Markel and Docker left in a hurry.â

âOn foot?â Joe asked.

âYes.â

âGood. If they have to take a bus or cab to town, itâll give us more time,â Frank said.

Tony and Chet were given instructions about keeping watch outside while the Hardys inspected the mill. The brothers explained where the Queen was parked, in case trouble should arise and their friends had to go for help.

Frank and Joe approached the mill cautiously. It was dark now, but they did not use flashlights. Though confident that the gatehouse was deserted, they did not wish to take any chances. As they neared the building the Hardys could see that the shutters were tightly closed. Over the sound of the wind in the trees came the rumble of the turning mill wheel.

The Hardys headed for the door. They had just mounted the steps when the rumbling sound of the wheel ceased.

In the silence both boys looked around, perplexed. âI thought it had been fixed,â Joe whispered. âSeemed okay the other day.â

âYes. But last time we were here at night the wheel stopped when we were about this distance away from it,â Frank observed.

Thoughtfully the boys stepped back from the mill entrance to a point where they could see the wheel. They stood peering at it through the dark ness. Suddenly, with a dull rumble, it started to turn again!

Mystified, the Hardys advanced toward the gatehouse and stopped at the entrance. In a short while the wheel stopped.

âHm!â Joe murmured. âJust like one of those electric-eye doors.â

âExactly!â Frank exclaimed, snapping his fingers. âIâll bet the wheelâs not brokenâitâs been rigged up as a warning signal to be used at night! When someone approaches the mill, the path of the invisible beam is broken and the wheel stops. The lack of noise is enough for anyone inside to notice, and also, the lights would go out because the generator is powered by the wheel.â

The Hardys went on a quick search for the origin of the light beam. Frank was first to discover that it was camouflaged in the flour-barrel ivy planter. Beneath a thin covering of earth, and barely concealed, were the heavy batteries, wired in parallel, which produced the current necessary to operate the light source for the electric eye.

The stopping and starting of the wheel was further explained when Frank found, screened by a bushy shrub, a small post with a tiny glass mirror fastened on its side.

âThatâs the complete secret of the signal!â he exclaimed. âThis is one of the mirrors a photoelectric cell system would use. With several of these hidden mirrors, theyâve made a light-ring around the mill so an intruder from any side would break the beam. The barrel that contains the battery power also contains the eye that completes the circuit.â

âIâll bet Markel and Docker rigged this up,â Joe said excitedly. âWhich means there must be something in the mill they want very badly to keep secret! We must find a way inside!â

The Hardys did not pull the wires off the battery connection, since they might have need of the warning system. Quietly and quickly the brothers made a circuit of the mill, trying doors and first-floor windows, in hopes of finding one unlocked. But none was.

âWe canât break in,â Joe muttered.

Both boys were aware that time was preciousâthe men might return shortly. The young sleuths made another circle of the mill. This time they paused to stare at the huge wheel, which was turning once more.

âLook!â Joe whispered tensely, pointing to an open window-shaped space above the wheel.

âItâs our only chance to get inside,â Frank stated. âWeâll try climbing up.â

The Hardys realized it would not be easy to reach the opening. Had there been a walkway on top of the wheel, as there was in many mills, climbing it would have been relatively simple.

The brothers came to a quick decision: to maneuver one of the paddles on the wheel until it was directly below the ledge of the open space, then stop the motion. During the short interval which took place between the stop and start of the wheel, they hoped to climb by way of the paddles to the top and gain entrance to the mill.

Joe ran back through the beam, breaking it, while Frank clambered over a pile of rocks across the water to the wheel. It rumbled to a stop, one paddle aligned with the open space above. By the time Joe returned, Frank had started to climb up, pulling himself from paddle to paddle by means of the metal side struts. Joe followed close behind.

The boys knew they were taking a chance in their ascent up the wet, slippery, mossy wheel. They were sure there must be a timing-delay switch somewhere in the electric-eye circuit. Could they beat it, or would they be tossed off into the dark rushing water?

âI believe I can get to the top paddle and reach the opening before the timer starts the wheel turning again. But can Joe?â Frank thought. âHurry!â he cried out to his brother.

Doggedly the two continued upward. Suddenly Joeâs hand slipped on a slimy patch of moss. He almost lost his grip, but managed to cling desperately to the edge of the paddle above his head, both feet dangling in mid-air.

âFrank!â he hissed through clenched teeth.

His brother threw his weight to the right. Holding tight with his left hand to a strut, he reached down and grasped Joeâs wrist. With an aerialistâs grip, Joe locked his fingers on Frankâs wrist, and let go with his other hand.

Frank swung him out away from the wheel. As Joe swung himself back, he managed to regain his footing and get a firm hold on the paddle supports.

âWhew!â said Joe. âThanks!â

The boys resumed the climb, spurred by the thought that the sluice gate would reopen any second and start the wheel revolving.

Frank finally reached the top paddle. Stretching his arms upward, he barely reached the sill of the opening. The old wood was rough and splintering, but felt strong enough to hold his weight.

âHere goes!â he thought, and sprang away from the paddle.

At the same moment, with a creaking rumble, the wheel started to move!

CHAPTER XVIII

The Hidden Room

WHILE Frank clung grimly to the sill, Joe, below him, knew he must act fast to avoid missing the chance to get off, and perhaps being crushed beneath the turning wheel. He leaped upward with all his might.

Joeâs fingers barely grasped the ledge, but he managed to hang onto the rough surface beside his brother. Then together they pulled themselves up and over the sill through the open space.

In another moment they were standing inside the second floor of the building. Rickety boards creaked under their weight. Still not wishing to risk the use of flashlights, the Hardys peered around in the darkness.

âI think weâre in the original grinding room,â Frank whispered as he discerned the outlines of two huge stone cylinders in the middle of the room.

âYouâre right,â said Joe. âThereâs the old grain hopper.â He pointed to a chute leading down to the grinding stones.

Though many years had passed since the mill had been used to produce flour, the harsh, dry odor of grain still lingered in the air. In two of the corners were cots and a set of crude shelves for clothes. Suddenly the boysâ hearts jumped. A loud clattering noise came from directly below. Then, through a wide crack in the floor, shone a yellow shaft of light!

âSomeone else must be here!â Joe whispered.

The Hardys stood motionless, hardly daring to breathe, waiting for another sound. Who was in the suddenly lighted room?

The suspense was unbearable. Finally the brothers tiptoed over and peered through the wide crack. Straightening up, Frank observed, âCanât see anyone. Weâd better go investigate.â

Fearful of stumbling in the inky darkness, the boys now turned on their flashlights, but shielded them with their hands. Cautiously they found their way to a door. It opened into a short passageway which led down a narrow flight of steps.

Soon Frank and Joe were in another small hall. Ahead was a partially opened door, with light streaming from it.

Every nerve taut, the young sleuths advanced. Frank edged up to the door and looked in.

âWell?â Joe hissed. To his utter astonishment Frank gave a low chuckle, and motioned him forward.

âFor Peteâs sake!â Joe grinned.

Inside, perched on a chipped grindstone, was a huge, white cat. Its tail twitched indignantly. An overturned lamp lay on a table.

The Hardys laughed in relief. âOur noisemaker and lamplighter!â Frank said as the boys entered the room. âThe cat must have knocked over the lamp and clicked the switch.â

Although the room contained the gear mechanism and the shaft connected to the mill wheel, it was being used as a living area by the present tenants. There were two overstuffed chairs, a table, and a chest of drawers. On the floor, as if dropped in haste, lay a scattered newspaper.

âLetâs search the rest of the mill before Markel and Docker get back,â Joe suggested. âNothing suspicious here.â

The Hardys started with the top story of the old building. There they found what was once the grain storage room. Now it was filled with odds and ends of discarded furniture.

âIâm sure nothingâs hidden here,â Frank said.

The other floors yielded no clues to what Docker and Markelâs secret might be.

Frank was inclined to be discouraged. âMaybe our big hunch is all wet,â he muttered.

Joe refused to give up. âLetâs investigate the cellar. Come on!â

The brothers went into the kitchen toward the basement stairway. Suddenly Joe gave a stifled yell. Something had brushed across his trouser legs. Frank swung his light around. The beam caught two round golden eyes staring up at them.

âThe white cat!â Joe said sheepishly.

Chuckling, the Hardys continued down into the damp, cool cellar. It was long and narrow, with only two small windows.

Three walls were of natural stone and mortar. The fourth wall was lined with wooden shelves. Frank and Joe played their flashlights into every corner.

âHm.â There was a note of disappointment in Joeâs voice. âWheelbarrow, shovels, picksâjust ordinary equipment.â

Frank nodded. âSeems to be all, but where are the old bricks and lumber that Ken said were stored here?â

âIâm sure the stuff was never intended for Elekton,â Joe declared. âMore likely the mill. But where? In a floor? We havenât seen any signs.â

Thoughtfully the boys walked over to inspect the shelves, which held an assortment of implements. Frank reached out to pick up a hammer.

To his amazement, he could not lift it. A further quick examination revealed that all the tools were glued to the shelves.

âJoe!â he exclaimed. âThereâs a special reason for thisâand I think itâs camouflage!â

âYou mean these shelves are movable, and the tools are fastened so they wonât fall off?â

âYes. Also, I have a feeling this whole section is made of the old lumber from Pritosâ yard.â

âAnd the bricks?â Joe asked, puzzled.

His brotherâs answer was terse. âRemember, this mill was used by settlers. In those days many places had hidden rooms in case of Indian attacksââ

âI get you!â Joe broke in. âThose bricks are in a secret room! The best place to build one in this mill would have been the cellar.â

âRight,â agreed Frank. âAnd the only thing unusual here is this shelf setup. Iâll bet itâs actually the entrance to the secret room.â

âAll we have to do is find the opening mechanism,â Joe declared.

Using their flashlights, the boys went over every inch of the shelves. These were nailed to a backing of boards. The Hardys pulled and pushed, but nothing happened. Finally, on the bottom shelf near the wall, Frank discovered a knot in the wood. In desperation, he pressed his thumb hard against the knot.

There was the hum of a motor, and, as smoothly as though it were moving on greased rails, the middle section of shelves swung inward.

âThe door to the secret room!â Frank exulted

âThe door to the secret room!â Frank exulted.

Quickly the boys slipped inside the room and shone their flashlights around. The first thing they noticed was the flooringârecently laid bricks. Frank snapped on a light switch beside the entrance.

The boys blinked in the sudden glare of two high-watt bulbs suspended from the low ceiling. The next instant both spotted a small, hand-printing press.

âThe counterfeitersâ workshop!â they cried out.

On a wooden table at the rear of the room were a camera, etching tools, zinc plates, and a large pan with little compartments containing various colors of ink. At the edge of the table was a portable typewriter.

Frank picked up a piece of paper, rolled it into the machine, and typed a few lines. Pulling it out, he showed the paper to Joe.

âThe machine used to type the warning note Dad got!â Joe exclaimed excitedly. âThe counterfeiters must have thought he was on their trail.â

âAnd look here!â exclaimed Frank, his voice tense. A small pile of twenty-dollar bills lay among the equipment. âTheyâre fakes,â he added, scrutinizing the bills. âTheyâre the same as Chetâs and Tonyâs.â

Joe made another startling discovery. In one corner stood a bow, with the string loosened and carefully wound around the handgrip. A quiver of three hunting arrows leaned against the wall nearby.

Excitedly Joe pulled one out. âThe same type that was fired at the girls,â he observed. âThis must belong to The Arrow!â

âDocker matches his description,â Frank pointed out. âHe easily could have colored his hair gray.â

The Hardys were thrilled at the irrefutable evidence all around them. âNow we know why Markel and Docker rigged the mill wheelâto give a warning signal when theyâre working in this room!â

âAlso, we have a good idea what was being sent to Peters in the envelopesâphony twenty-dollar bills!â

âLetâs get Dad and Chief Collig here!â Joe urged, stuffing several of the counterfeits into a pocket.

As the boys turned to leave, the lights in the secret room went out. Frank and Joe froze. They realized the mill wheel had stopped turning.

âThe signal!â Joe said grimly. âSomeone is coming!â

CHAPTER XIX

Underground Chase

THE HARDYS knew this was the signal for them to get out of the secret roomâand fast! As they hurried into the cellar, the lights came on again. With hearts beating faster, they started for the stairway. But before the boys reached it, they heard the mill door being unlocked, then heavy footsteps pounded overhead.

âDocker!â a manâs voice called. âMarkel! Where are you!â

The Hardys listened tensely, hoping for a chance to escape unseen. When they heard the man cross the ground floor and go upstairs, Joe whispered, âLetâs make a break for it!â

The boys dashed to the steps. They could see a crack of light beneath the closed door to the kitchen. Suddenly the light vanished, and the rumble of the mill wheel ceased.

The Hardys stopped in their tracks. âSomebody else is coming!â Frank muttered. âProbably Docker and Markel. Weâre trapped!â

Again the brothers heard the mill door open. Two men were talking loudly and angrily. Then came the sound of footsteps clattering down the stairs to the first floor.

âPeters!â The boys recognized Dockerâs voice. âWhere in blazes were you?â

Frank and Joe nudged each other. Victor Peters was in league with the gatehouse men!

âWhat do you mean? I told you Iâd meet you here at eleven,â snarled Peters.

âYou must be nuts!â retorted Markel. âYou called here an hour ago and said there was trouble and to meet you at the Parker Building.â

Petersâ tone grew menacing. âSomethingâs fishy. I didnât phone. You know Iâd use the two-way radio. Whatâs the matter with you guys, anyway?â

âListen!â Markel snapped. âSomebody called here and said he was you. The voice did sound sort of fuzzy, but I didnât have a chance to ask questionsâhe hung up on me. I thought maybe your radio had conked out.â

The Hardys, crouched on the cellar stairs, could feel the increasing tension in the room above. Docker growled, âSomething funny is going on. Whoever phoned must be on to us, or suspect enough to want to get in here and snoop around.â

âThe Feds! Weâll have to scram!â said Markel, with more than a trace of fear in his voice. âCome on! Letâs get moving!â

âNot so fast, Markel!â Docker barked. âWeâre not ditching the stuff weâve made. Weâll have a look around firstâstarting with the cellar.â

The men strode into the kitchen. Below, Frank grabbed Joe. âNo choice now. Into the secret room!â

Quickly the brothers ran back into the workshop. Frank pulled the door behind him and slid the heavy bolt into place.

Tensely the brothers pressed against the door as the three men came downstairs into the basement. Frank and Joe could hear them moving around, searching for signs of an intruder.

âIâd better check the rest of the mill,â Docker said brusquely. âYou two get the plates and the greenbacks. Go out through the tunnel, and Iâll meet you at the other end. Weâll wait there for Blum to pay us off, then vamoose.â

âWeâre in a fix, all right,â Joe said under his breath. âWhat tunnel are they talking about?â

âAnd whoâs Blum?â Frank wondered.

The boys heard the hum of the motor that opened the secret door. But the bolt held it shut.

âThe mechanism wonât work!â Markel rasped.

âMaybe itâs just stuck,â said Peters.

The men began pounding on the wood.

âWhatâs going on?â Docker demanded as he returned.

âWe canât budge this tricky door you dreamed up,â Peters complained.

âThereâs nothing wrong with the door, you blockheads!â Docker shouted. âSomebodyâs in the room! Break down the door!â

In half a minute his order was followed by several sharp blows.

âOh, great!â Joe groaned. âTheyâre using axes!â

âWe wonât have long to figure a way out,â Frank said wryly.

âWay out!â Joe scoffed. âThere isnât any!â

Frankâs mind raced. âHey! They said something about leaving through a tunnel! It must be in here.â

Frantically the Hardys searched for another exit from the secret room. They crawled on the floor, and pried up one brick after another looking for a ring that might open a trap door.

âNothing!â Joe said desperately.

All the while the men in the cellar kept battering away at the door. âGood thing that old lumber is such hard wood,â Frank thought. âBut theyâll break through any minute.â

âLook!â Joe pointed. âUnder the bench!â

Frank noticed a shovel lying beneath the worktable. The boys pushed it aside, and saw that the wall behind the table was partially covered with loose dirt. On a hunch Frank grabbed the shovel and dug into the dirt.

âThis dirt might have been put here to hide the entrance to the tunnel!â he gasped.

âIt better be!â His brother clawed frantically at the dirt.

At the same moment there was a loud splintering noise. The Hardys looked around. A large crack had appeared in the bolted door.

One of the men outside yelled, âA couple more blows and weâll be in.â

Frank dug furiously. Suddenly his shovel opened up a small hole in the crumbly dirt. Joe scooped away with his hands. Finally there was a space big enough for the boys to squeeze through. Without hesitation, Frank wriggled in, then Joe.

From behind them came a tremendous crash and the sound of ripping wood. Markelâs voice shouted, âInto the tunnel! After âem!â

The Hardys heard no more as they pushed ahead on hands and knees into the damp darkness of an earthen passageway.

Joe was about to call out to his brother when he became aware that someone was crawling behind him. âNo room here for a knockdown fight,â he thought, wondering if the pursuer were armed.

The young detective scrambled on as fast as he could in the narrow, twisting tunnel. He managed to catch up to Frank, and with a push warned him to go at top speed.

âSomebodyâs after us!â Joe hissed. âIf only we can outdistance him!â

The underground route was a tortuous, harrowing one. The Hardys frequently scraped knees and shoulders against sharp stones in the tunnel floor and walls. They had held onto their flashlights, but did not dare turn them on.

âThis passageway is endless!â Frank thought. The close, clammy atmosphere made it increasingly difficult for him and his brother to breathe.

Joe thought uneasily, âWhat if we hit a blind alley and are stuck in here?â

The boys longed to stop and catch their breath, but they could hear the sounds of pursuit growing nearer, and forced themselves onward faster than ever.

Frank wondered if Chet and Tony had seen the men enter the mill and had gone for help.

âWeâll need it,â he thought grimly.

Suddenly the brothers came to another turn and the ground began to slope sharply upward.

âMaybe weâre getting close to the end,â Frank conjectured hopefully.

Spurred by possible freedom, he put on a burst of speed. Joe did the same. A moment later Frank stopped unexpectedly and Joe bumped into him.

âWhatâs the matter?â he barely whispered.

âDead end,â reported his brother.

Squeezing up beside Frank, Joe reached out and touched a pile of stones blocking their path. The boys now could hear the heavy breathing of their pursuer.

âLetâs move these stones,â Frank urged. Both Hardys worked with desperate haste to pull the barrier down. They heaved thankful sighs when a draft of fresh air struck their faces.

âThe exit!â Joe whispered in relief.

The brothers wriggled through the opening they had made and found themselves in a rock walled space.

âItâs the cave by the river, Joe!â Frank cried out. âSomeone put back the rocks we removed!â

The boys clicked on their flashlights and started toward the entrance of the cave.

âWe beat âem to it!â Joe exclaimed.

âThatâs what you think!â came a harsh voice from the entrance.

The glare from two flashlights almost blinded the Hardys. Docker and Markel, with drawn revolvers, had stepped into the cave,

CHAPTER XX

Solid Evidence

FoR a second the two armed men stared in disbelief at Frank and Joe. âThe Hardy boys!â Docker snarled. âSo youâre the snoopers weâve trapped!â

There was a scuffling in the tunnel behind the boys. A stocky man, huffing and puffing, emerged from the tunnel. The Hardys recognized him in stantly : the counterfeit passer, Victor Peters.

The newcomer gaped at the Hardys. âWhat are they doing here?â

âA good question!â Markel snapped at his accomplice. âYou told us on the two-way radio youâd locked âem up with the truck.â

Peters whined, âI did. They mustâve broken out.â

âObviously.â Docker gave him a withering look.

Frank and Joe realized that Peters had not returned to the old farmhouse.

Docker whirled on them. âHow did you escape?â

The boys looked at him coldly. âThatâs for you to find out,â Joe retorted.

âItâs a good thing Markel and I decided to head âem off at the cave,â Docker added angrily. âOtherwise, they would have escaped again.â

The Hardys could see that the men were nervous and edgy. âIâm not the only one who made a mistake,â Peters growled. âI told you a couple of days ago to get rid of that kid Ken when these pests started asking about him, and then found the tunnel. We could have thrown âem off the scent!â

While the men argued, the Hardys kept on the alert for a chance to break away. Markelâs eye caught the movement, and he leveled his revolver. âDonât be smart!â he ordered. âYouâre covered.â

Peters continued the tirade against his confederates. âDocker, you shouldâve finished these Hardys off when you put âem in the boat that night! And youââPeters turned on Markelââyou could have planted a dynamite charge in their boat instead of just monkeying with the throttle.â

The Hardys, meanwhile, were thankful for the precious minutes gained by the menâs dissension. âTony and Chet might come back in time with help,â Joe thought.

Simultaneously, Frank hoped that Ken Blake had carried out his whispered instructions.

Docker glanced nervously at his watch. âBlum ought to be here,â he fumed.

âWhoâs Blum?â Frank asked suddenly. âOne of your counterfeiting pals?â

Docker, Markel, and Peters laughed scornfully. âNo,â said Markel. âWeâre the only ones in our exclusive society. Paul Blum doesnât know anything about ourâerâmill operation, but it was through him we got the jobs at the gatehouse. The whole deal really paid off double.â

Docker interrupted him with a warning. âDonât blab so much!â

Markel sneered. âWhy not? What I say wonât do these smart alecks any good.â

Joe looked at the guard calmly. âWho paid you to let the green panel truck into Elekton?â

All three men started visibly. âHowâd you know that?â Markel demanded.

âJust had a hunch,â Joe replied.

The former guard regained his composure. âWeâll get our money for that little job tonight.â

Frank and Joe felt elated. Paul Blum, whom these men expected, must be the sabotage ring-leader! âSo thatâs what Markel meant by the deal paying off double,â Frank thought. âHe and Docker working the counterfeit racket on their ownâand being in cahoots with the saboteurs.â

Frank addressed Markel in an icy tone. âYou call blowing up a building a âlittle jobâ?â

The counterfeitersâ reactions astonished the Hardys. âWhat!â bellowed Markel, as Docker and Peters went ashen.

Joe snorted. âYou expect us to believe you didnât know explosives were in that truck?â

Victor Peters was beside himself with rage. âFools!â he shrilled at Docker and Markel. âYou let yourselves be used by saboteurs? This whole state will be crawling with police and federal agents.â

The gatehouse men, though shaken, kept their revolvers trained on the Hardys. âNever mind,â Docker muttered. âSoon as Blum shows up weâll get out of here and lie low for a while.â

Frank and Joe learned also that Docker and Markel actually were brothers, but the two refused to give their real names.

âYou, Docker, are known as The Arrow, arenât you?â Frank accused him.

âYeah. Next time Iâll use you boys for targets!â the man retorted threateningly.

The Hardys kept egging the men on to further admissions. Docker and Markel had been approached several months before by Blum who tipped them off to good-paying jobs at the Elekton gatehouse. Docker had cleverly forged references and identification for Markel and himself.

As soon as he and Markel had obtained the jobs, Blum had instructed them to buy the truck secondhand in another state, and told them only that Markel was to lend Blum the truck on a certain day when notified, let him through the gate, then out again soon after closing time. The guard would be handsomely paid to do this.

When Markel and Docker had become settled in the mill, the two had discovered the secret room and tunnel, which once had been a settlersâ escape route. The men had wasted no time in setting it up for their counterfeiting racket, and often used the nondescript green truck to sneak in the required equipment.

âWho rigged up the electric-eye signal?â Frank queried.

âMy work,â Docker replied proudly.

As the boys had surmised, Peters, an old acquaintance of theirs, was âthe old manâ at the deserted farmhouse. When the boys had left the mill that morning Docker had radioed Peters, telling him if the Hardys showed up at the farm, he was to trap them.

âNo doubt you planned to finish us off when you came back,â Joe said.

Peters nodded.

Frank said to Docker, âI must admit, those twenties are pretty good forgeries. The police think so, too.â

The counterfeiter smiled in contempt. âYour fat friend sure was fooled.â

He explained that his skill at engraving, which he had learned years ago, had enabled him to make the plates from which the bills were printed.

âWhich one of you rode Kenâs bike and left the typed warning for our father?â Frank asked.

âI did,â Markel replied promptly.

âWhy? He wasnât involved with the counterfeiting case.â

We thought he was when we overheard a company bigwig say Fenton Hardy was âtaking the case.â â

âYeah,â Docker said. âI wasnât kidding when I sent the warningsâon paper and by phone.â

He had acquired some sheets of bond paper from Elekton on a pretext; also the Manila envelopes used to deliver the bogus money to Peters. Docker admitted he had âunloadedâ the counterfeit twenty at Pritosâ yard by mistake.

Peters broke in abruptly. âWeâd better get rid of these kids right now!â

The three men held a whispered conference, but Docker and Markel did not take their eyes from the Hardys. Suddenly the boysâ keen ears detected the put-put of an approaching motorboat.

One thought flashed across their mindsâChet and Tony were bringing help. But in a few minutes their hopes were dashed! A heavy-set, dark-haired man peered into the mouth of the cave.

âBlum!â Markel said.

âWho are these kids?â Blum asked, squinting at Frank and Joe.

âTheir name is Hardyââ Docker began, but Blum cut him short.

âHardy!â he said sharply. âListenâI just gave Fenton Hardy the slip at the Bayport dock. He was on a police launch.â

âWeâve got to move fast!â Markel urged. âDocker and I caught these sons of his snooping. Pay us what you promised and weâll scram.â

Blum looked disgusted. âStupid amateurs! You let kids make it so hot you have to get out of town?â The heavy-set man pulled out his wallet. âHereâs your cut for letting me into the plant,â he continued scornfully. âIâm glad to get rid of such bunglers.â

âItâs not just these kids that made it hot for us!â Docker stormed. âIf weâd known you were going to blow up that lab, we never wouldâve gotten mixed up with you.â

The Hardys noticed that Paul Blum appeared startled at Dockerâs words.

Frank spoke up boldly. âSure. We all know youâre back of the sabotage. Who pays you for doing it? And whoâs your inside man at Elekton?â

Blum glared, then in a sinister tone replied, âYouâll never live to sing to the cops, so Iâll tell you. Several countries that want to stop United States progress in missiles are paying me. My friend in the plant is a fellow named Jordan.â

The saboteur revealed that his accomplice had first carried out smaller acts of sabotage, the ones which Chet had heard about from his father. It had been Blum himself who had driven the truck into the grounds and placed the dynamite in the laboratory. âJordan and I gave your father the slip, then, too!â

âYou guys can stand here and talk!â snapped Peters. âIâm going. Youâd better take care of these Hardys.â He backed out of the cave and raced off.

The counterfeiters discussed heatedly whether âto get ridâ of Frank and Joe immediately, or take âthese kidsâ and dispose of them later.

âThatâs your worry!â Blum said. âIâm taking off!â

âOh, no, youâre not. You canât leave us in the lurch.â Markel waved his gun meaningfully.

At that instant there was a crashing noise outside the cave. The three men swung around.

This was all the Hardys needed. They hurled themselves at their captors, forcing them backward onto the rocky beach. From the woods they heard Chet yell, âHere we come, fellows!â

Frank had tackled Blum, and Joe was wrestling with Docker on the beach.

Tony Prito yelled, âGot you!â as he took a flying leap at Markel and brought him to the ground.

The older men, though strong, were no match for the agile Hardys and the furious onslaught of Chet and Tony. Finally the struggle ended.

The saboteur and counterfeiters were disarmed and lined up before the cave, their arms pinioned behind them by Joe, Chet, and Tony. Frank took charge of the revolvers.

âGood work, you two!â he said to his friends.

Chet, out of breath, grinned proudly. âIâm glad Tony and I stuck around when we saw these guys high-tailing it through the woods.â

Now Frank turned to the prisoners. âOkay. March!â he ordered.

But before anyone could move, footsteps were heard approaching through the woods. A moment later Chief Collig and another officer appeared. With them, in handcuffs, was Victor Peters.

âChief! Are we glad to see you!â Joe exclaimed.

The chief stared in amazement at the boys and their captives. âI got your message from Ken Blake,â he told Frank. âLooks as if you have your hands full!â

âOh, we have!â Joe grinned, then, puzzled, he asked his brother, âWhat message?â

âJust before I left the house I told Ken to call Chief Collig if we werenât back by eleven, and tell him where we had gone.â

While Blum and the counterfeiters stood in sullen silence, the four boys learned that Ken had called the chief just minutes after Fenton Hardy had left in the police launch in pursuit of Paul Blum.

âWhen we reached the mill we met this crook running out of the woods.â Chief Collig gestured toward the handcuffed Peters. âI recognized him from Chetâs description. When we found phony money on him, he told me where you were, hoping to get off with a lighter sentence.â

âYou rat!â Dockerâs face contorted with rage.

At that moment the group became aware of a police launch churning toward them, the beam from its searchlight sweeping the water. In the excitement, no one had heard the sound of its engine.

âDad!â cried the Hardys, spotting the detectiveâs erect figure standing in the bow. Soon the launch was beached, and Mr. Hardy, with several officers, leaped ashore.

âWell,â Mr. Hardy said sternly when he saw Blum, âyou wonât be escaping again.â

The captured lawbreakers were handcuffed and put aboard the launch. Mr. Hardy looked at his sons and their friends proudly. âYouâve done a yeomanâs jobâon both cases, yours and mine,â he said.

After the police cruiser had departed, Frank and Joe led their father and the others into the mill cellar and showed them the secret room.

âThis is all the evidence you need against the counterfeiters, Chief,â said Mr. Hardy. âI can see there are plenty of fingerprints on this equipment. We know some will match the one on the finger guard. Besides your evidence, boys, Kenâs testimony should be more than enough to convict them.â

âWhat about Jordan, Blumâs confederate at Elekton?â Frank asked.

Mr. Hardy smiled. âHe was my big prize and Iâm glad to say he is in jail!â The detective explained that further sleuthing had led to Jordan âand through him, Paul Blum. Mr. Hardyâs first break had come when he learned that one Elekton employee had seen Jordan going toward the laboratory building at closing time on the day of the explosion.

A police guard was assigned to watch the counterfeitersâ workshop and its contents. Then the four boys, Mr. Hardy, and the chief left the mill. Outside, they paused and looked back at the turning wheel.

Frank laughed. âIts signaling days are over.â âSure hope so,â Chet declared firmly. âNo more mysteries for a while, please!â

Tony chuckled. âWith Frank and Joe around, I wouldnât count on it.â

His words proved to be true. Sooner than even the Hardy boys expected, they were called upon to solve the mystery of THE MISSING CHUMS.

Now Joe turned to their plump friend. âGood thing you bought that microscope, Chet. We started to look for nature specimens and dug up the old millâs secret!â