033 The Yellow Feather Mystery by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon [Dixon, Franklin W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

REVENGE HARRIS D.

Kurt, apparently upset that Frank had seen the strange message carved into the desk, tugged nervously at his beard.

“Who was Harris D?” Frank inquired.

“I don’t know,” Kurt snorted.

Frank looked hard at Kurt to see if the man were withholding information, but the headmaster did not flicker an eyelid.

He urged Frank and Greg into the hall and on toward their rooms. In the morning Frank told Joe what had happened.

“There must be something very important in that classroom,” his brother remarked. “What could it be?”

“It certainly is related to that desk,” Frank answered as he pulled on his sweater. “Kurt was pretty eager to get us away from it.”

“Let’s take another look,” Joe suggested.

The Hardys finished dressing and hurried toward the classroom. The corridor was deserted. Employing caution, however, Joe remained at the door while Frank crossed to the carved desk.

“Someone has removed the top!” Frank called. “There’s a brand-new one here now!”

“I’m sure Harris D is the answer,” Joe asserted. “If we can find him, he might give us a clue.”

The boys decided to work on this new angle as soon as possible. But first they wanted to get the paper and check the Personal ads.

As they walked out of the classroom and along the hallway, they met Mr. Teevan with several copies of the Bayport Times under his arm.

“Good morning,” Frank said. “We were just going out for the paper. Can we borrow one of yours?”

“Sure. You can keep it.”

“How is your wife?” Joe asked.

“Tolerably well,” the custodian answered. “She hasn’t got over her fright completely. But I dare say she’ll be back at work in a day or two. Well, good-by, boys.”

“So long. And thanks for the paper.”

Frank and Joe bounded up the stairs to the guest room. Frank spread the Times on the dresser and turned to the Personal column. Quickly he ran his finger down the advertisements. As he neared the bottom of the list, he gave a shout.

Just then Greg and Chet walked in.

“Listen to this!” Frank said excitedly. “ ‘Yellow Feather: Meet 100 F.R. Pt. 2101.’ ”

“Wow!” Chet exclaimed. “That must be the ad Kurt put in!”

“He might have done it to send us on some wild-goose chase,” Joe suggested. “I’m convinced that he’d go to great lengths to get rid of us.”

“In which case you won’t move a step away from here!” Chet said firmly.

“I think we should follow up the clue, even if it’s a trap. Since we know it might be, we can be prepared,” Frank said.

“But what does that code mean?” Chet asked, repeating the words. “There’s no doubt about the Yellow Feather part. But what about the rest?”

“One hundred F.R. Pt.,” Frank said. “One hundred what? Feet maybe? One hundred feet R. Pt.”

“Rocky Point on Barmet Bay!” Chet exclaimed.

“A meeting place,” Greg agreed. “Sounds logical.”

“The rest is easy,” Joe said. “Two thousand, one hundred and one. Twenty-one 0 one. The naval and military way of telling time. Twenty-one means nine P.M., and the 0 one means one minute after nine.

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