to your patrol boat."
Frank and Joe decided this was the scene they had seen through the telescope. They told about their
rescue of "Jones" after a hand grenade had nearly killed him. They also gave an account of how his
kidnapers had come to the Kane farmhouse, bound up the farmer and his wife, and taken "Jones."
Skipper Brown said he would send a patrol boat out to investigate the waters in the area and try to find
Captain Foster's ship.
"We'll wait here for you," Captain Ryder stated. "This case seems to be one for both our branches of
service. Two kidnapings on land and a theft from the Marco Polo, as well as an undeclared vessel
offshore."
While he was gone, the Hardys attempted to question Snattman. He refused to admit any guilt in
connection with smuggling operations or the shipment of stolen goods from one state to another. Frank
decided to talk to him along different lines, hoping that the smuggler would inadvertently confess
something he did not intend to.
"I heard you inherited this house from your uncle, Mr. Pollitt," Frank began.
"That's right. What's it to you?"
Frank was unruffled. "I was curious about the tunnel and the stairways and the cave," he said pleasantly.
"Did your uncle build them?"
Snattman dropped his sullen attitude. "No, he didn't," the smuggler answered. "My uncle found them all
by accident. He started digging through his cellar wall to enlarge the place, and broke right through to that
corridor."
"I see," said Frank. "Have you any idea who did build it?"
Snattman said that his uncle had come to the conclusion that the tunnel and pond had been discovered by
pirates long, long ago. They apparently had decided it would be an ideal hide-out and had built the steps
all the way to the top of the ground.
"Of course the woodshed wasn't there then," Snattman explained. "At least not the one that's here now.
The trap door was, though, but there was a tumble-down building over it."
"How about the corridor? Was it the same size when your uncle found it?"
"Yes," the smuggler answered. "My uncle figured that was living quarters for the pirates when they
weren't on their ship."
"Pretty fascinating story," Tony Prito spoke up.
Several seconds of silence followed. Snattman's eyes darted from one boy to another. Finally they
fastened on Frank Hardy and he said:
"Now that I'm going to prison, the eyepieces to your telescope, and your motorcycle tools, won't do me
any good. You'll find them in a drawer in the kitchen."
"Thanks a lot," said Frank.
There was another short silence. Then the smuggler went on, his head down and his eyes almost closed,
"Mr. Hardy, I envy you. And I-I never thought I'd be making this kind of a confession. You know almost
everything about what I've been doing. I'll tell the whole story later. Since they're going to find that Coast
Guard officer, Ayres, on Foster's ship there's no use in my holding out any longer.
"I said I envy you, Mr. Hardy. It's because you brought up two such fine boys and they got swell friends.
Me-I wasn't so lucky. My father died when I was little. I was pretty headstrong and my mother couldn't
manage me. I began to make the wrong kind of friends and after that-you know how it is.
"My uncle, who owned this place, might have helped me, but he was mean and selfish and never gave us
any money. The most he would do was invite my mother and me here once in a while for a short visit. I
hated him because he made my mother work very hard around the house all the time we were here. It
wasn't any vacation for her.
"One of the times when I was here my uncle showed me the pirates' hide-out and I never forgot it. After I
got in with a gang of hoods I kept thinking about this place, and what a swell hide-out it would be for
smugglers. I was afraid to try it while my uncle was alive. But when I heard he was dead, I thought that
was my chance.
"You see, I didn't dare go to claim the property as the rightful heir. But now I'm planning to take it over.
Of course it won't do me any good, because I know I'll have to do a long stretch in the pen. But I'm
going to ask those executors to use my uncle's money to run this place as a boys' home-I mean a place
where boys without proper home training can come to live."
The group listening to Snattman, king of the smugglers, were too overwhelmed by his complete change of
heart to say anything for a few seconds. But when the man looked up, as if pleading for his hearers to
believe him, Mr. Hardy said, "That's a very fine thing for you to do, Snattman. I'm sure that the boys who
benefit from living here will always be grateful to you."
The solemn scene was suddenly interrupted by the return of Chief Petty Officer Brown. He reported that
another patrol boat had picked up his message about Captain Foster's ship and within a few minutes had
reported sighting it. Then, within a quarter of an hour, word came that Captain Foster had been put under
arrest, and that the missing Coast Guard man had been found on the ship, as well as a quantity of
merchandise which the captain had expected Snattman to remove.
The prisoners were now taken away from the Pollitt home and the Hardys and their friends found
themselves alone.
Chet asked suddenly, "How do we get home?"
Tony grinned. "I guess the Napoli will hold all of us."
The group went to the woodshed, opened the trap door, and started down the secret passageway to the
pond below. They climbed into the Napoli and Tony slipped behind the wheel. The Coast Guard men
thoughtfully had left the portable searchlight on the prow and Tony was able to make the trip through the
tunnel and the narrow channel out to the ocean without accident.
Suddenly Frank spoke up, "Dad, what happened to your car?"
Mr. Hardy smiled. "It's in Bayport in a garage. I was being followed, so I shook off the shadowers and
took the bus." He added ruefully, "But it didn't do me much good. Snattman's men attacked me and took
me prisoner on the road."
The famous detective now said, "While I have the chance, I want to thank each of you boys individually
for what you did. Without the seven of you, this case might never have been solved and I might not have
been found alive."
Modestly Frank and Joe and their friends acknowledged the praise, secretly hoping another mystery
would come their way soon. One did and by learning The Secret of the Old Mill the Hardy boys
encountered a cunning gang of counterfeiters.
Suddenly Joe remarked, "Compliments are flying around here pretty thick, but there's one person we
forgot to mention. Without him, Frank and I might never have found Dad."
"Who's that?" Biff asked.
"Pretzel Pete!" Joe replied.
"That's right," said Frank. "All together, fellows! A rousing cheer for Pretzel Pete!"