Hardy Boys Mysteries - 017 The Secret Warning by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon [Dixon, Franklin W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub

CHAPTER XIV

THE MYSTEBIOUS PBOWLEB “JOE!”

The younger Hardy lad had just burst into his room at the hotel, where Frank and Chet were silently awaiting his return. The former jumped up to greet his brother.

“What happened?”

Joe sank into a chair, doubled up with laughter.

“Frank, it worked! It was almost too perfect to be true!”

“Might let a fellow in on some of your mysteries once in a while,” Chet grumbled. “What have you been up to anyway? Frank wouldn’t tell me.”

“I didn’t know myself,” Frank retorted. “At least, not exactly. Come on, Joe. What happened?”

“Well, I dashed around to the Gypsy’s cottage-the clerk at the hotel desk told me where she was. I informed her a man named Kuntz was coming and that he’d better not tackle the job of diving for treasure on the Katawa. Then I hid in another room and listened.

“I guess she does have some psychic power,

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for she told him a lot of things I hadn’t mentioned. When she came to the part about his diving, she certainly made it plain! He was so scared he couldn’t get out of there fast enough!”

“Where is he now?”

“Don’t know. By the time I came out of hiding and left the shack he had disappeared, and I’ll bet he stays disappeared!”

“Good work!” approved Frank. “I just called Perry and he’s coming down in a few minutes. Had to do some errands first. j____>>>>

He was interrupted by muffled footsteps and the sound of voices approaching.

“Listen! Must be Bock and Simon coming back! They left, Joe, right after you did. Don’t know where they went.”

The footsteps came nearer and paused before the door of the next room. There was an audible click as the key was turned in the lock, and an instant later the door slammed.

“That’s a fine howdy-you-do!” snorted Bock. “Now everything’s spoiled!”

The walls of the old hotel were conveniently thin, so the chums could hear nearly every word that was spoken.

“Can’t figure it all out,” they heard Simon remark. “Just exactly what did the clerk tell you!”

“I told you six times!” Bock said irritably. “He says he got a message from the hospital The Mysterious Prowler 115

that a fellow named Kuntz, according to the card in his pocket, was picked up unconscious on Mulberry Street about twenty minutes ago. The call just came in while I was in the lobby waitin’ for you to come back from the dock.”

“What’d they say was wrong with him?”

“They said he’d stumbled and hit his head, and was havin’ a nervous breakdown or somethin’.”

“Nervous breakdown!” sneered the other. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“Well, that’s what the doc said over the phone to the hotel clerk,” snapped Bock peevishly. “Come on, let’s go over to the hospital and find out.”

The door opened and slammed shut. The eound of footsteps died away at the end of the corridor. Instantly Frank arose and picked up the phone.

“Give me the hospital,” he said to the operator. “Hellot I’d like to get information on the condition of Mr.

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