Fenton Hardy did not return home until the next afternoon. When the boys came from school they found him in high spirits.
“Solved the mystery?” Joe asked eagerly.
“Practically. First of all, Jackley is dead.”
“Did he confess?”
“You’re not very sympathetic toward the poor fellow, Joe. Yes, he confessed. Fortunately, Oscar Smuff didn’t show up while Jackley was talking.”
Frank and Joe glanced at each other and their father smiled quietly. “I have an idea,” he said, “that you two sleuths know more about this Smuff business than you would care to tell. Well, anyhow, the Albany police and I had a clear field. I saw Jackley before he died and questioned him about the Tower robbery.”
“Did he admit everything?”
“Jackley said he came to Bayport with the intention of robbery. He stole a car, smashed it up, and took Chet’s. Then he went to rob the ticket office. When he failed in that he decided to hang around town for a few days. He hit upon Tower Mansion as his next effort. Jackley entered the library with gloves on, opened the safe, and took out the jewelry and securities.” “What did he do with the loot?” “That’s what I’m coming to. It was not until Jackley knew he was at the point of death that he did confess to the Tower affair. Then he said, ‘Yes, I took the stuff-but I didn’t dare try selling any of it right away, so I hid it. You can get all the stuff back easily. It’s in the old tower-‘
“That was all he said. Jackley lost consciousness then and never regained it.”
“When did Smuff get there?” Joe asked eagerly.
“Not until after Jackley had gone into a coma,” Mr. Hardy replied. “We both sat by his bed, hoping the man would awaken, but he died within an hour. Just where Jackley hid the loot in the old tower, he was never able to say.”
“Does Smuff know what Jackley said?”
“No.”
“If the loot’s hidden in the old Applegate tower, we’ll find it in no time!” Frank exclaimed.
“Tower Mansion has two towers-the old and the new,” Joe reminded him.
“We’ll search the old tower first.”
“The story seems likely enough,” Mr. Hardy remarked. “Jackley would gain nothing by lying about it on his deathbed. He probably became panicky after he committed the robbery and hid in the old tower until he was able to get away safely. No doubt he decided to hide the stuff there and take a chance on coming back for it some time after the affair had blown over.”
Joe nodded. “That was why Jackley couldn’t be traced through the jewels and the bonds. They were never disposed of-they’ve been lying in the old tower all this time!”
“I tried to get him to tell me in just what part of the tower the loot was hidden,” Mr. Hardy continued, “but he died before he could say any more.”
“Too bad,” said Frank. “But it shouldn’t be hard to find the loot, now that we have a general idea where it is. Probably Jackley didn’t hide it very carefully. Since the old tower has been unoccupied for a long time, the stuff would be safe there from snoopers.”
Joe jumped up from his chair. “I think we ought to get busy and go search the old tower right away. Oh, boy! Maybe we can hand old Mr. Applegate his jewels and bonds this afternoon and clear Mr. Robinson! Let’s go!”
“I’ll leave it to you boys to make the search,” said Mr. Hardy with a smile. “Then you can have the satisfaction of turning over the stolen property to Mr. Applegate. I guess you can get along without me in this case from now on.”
“We wouldn’t have got very far if it hadn’t been for you,” Frank declared.
“And I wouldn’t have got very far if it hadn’t been for you, so we’re even.” Mr. Hardy’s smile broadened. “Well, good luck to you.”
As the boys started from the study, Frank said, “Thanks, Dad. I only hope the Applegates don’t throw us out when we ask to be allowed to look around inside the old tower.”
“Just tell them,” his father advised, “that you have a pretty good clue to where the bonds and jewels are hidden and they’ll let you search.”
Joe grinned. “Frank, we’ll have that thousand-dollar reward before the day is over!”
The brothers raced from the house, confident that they were about to solve the Tower Treasure mystery.
CHAPTER XV
The Tower Search
WHEN the Hardy boys reached Tower Mansion at four o’clock the door was opened by Hurd Apple-gate himself. The tall, stooped gentleman peered at them through his thick-lensed glasses. In one hand he held a sheet of stamps.
“Yes?” he said, seemingly annoyed at being disturbed.
“You remember us, don’t you?” Frank asked politely. “We’re Mr. Hardy’s sons.”
“Fenton Hardy, the detective? Oh, yes. Well, what do you want?”
“We’d like to look through the old tower, if you don’t mind. We have a clue about the robbery.”
“What kind of clue?”
“We have evidence that leads us to believe the jewels and bonds were hidden by the thief in the old tower.”
“Oh! You have evidence, have you?” The elderly man peered at the boys closely. “It’s that rascal Robinson, I’ll warrant, who gave it to you. He hid the stuff, and now he’s suggesting where you might find it, just to clear himself.”
Frank and Joe had not considered the affair in this light, and they gazed at Mr. Applegate in consternation. At last Joe spoke up.
“Mr. Robinson has nothing to do with this,” he said. “The real thief was found. He said the loot was hidden in the old tower. If you will just let us take a look around, we’ll find it for you.”
“Who was the real thief?”
“We’d rather not tell you, sir, until we find the stolen property, then we’ll reveal the whole story.”
Mr. Applegate took off his glasses and wiped them with his handkerchief. He stared at the boys suspiciously for a few moments. Then he called out:
“Adelia!”
From the dim interior of the hallway a high feminine voice answered.
“What do you want?”
“Come here a minute.”
There was a rustle of skirts, and Adelia Applegate appeared. A faded blond woman of thin features, she was dressed in a fashion of fifteen years before, in which every color of the spectrum fought for supremacy.
“What’s the matter?” she demanded. “I can’t sit down to do a bit of sewing without you interrupting me, Hurd.”
“These boys want to look through the old tower.”
“What for? Up to some mischief?”
Frank and Joe feared she would not give her consent. Frank said quietly, “We’re doing some work for our dad, the detective Fenton Hardy.”
“They think they can find the bonds and jewels in the tower,” Hurd Applegate explained.
“Oh, they do, do they?” the woman said icily. “And what would the bonds and jewels be doing in the old tower?”
“We have evidence that they were hidden there after the robbery,” Frank told her.
Miss Applegate viewed the boys with obvious suspicion. “As if any thief would be silly enough to hide them right in the house he robbed!” she said in a tone of finality.
“We’re just trying to help you,” Joe put in courteously.
“Go ahead, then,” said Miss Applegate with a sigh. “But even if you tear the old tower to pieces, you won’t find anything. It’s all foolishness.”
Frank and Joe followed Hurd Applegate through the gloomy halls and corridors that led toward the old tower. He said he was inclined to share his sister’s opinion that the boys’ search would be in vain.
“We’ll make a try at it, anyway, Mr. Applegate,” Frank said.