At that moment it was announced that Chief Collig of the Bayport police force wished to see Fenton Hardy. The detective winked at the boys, and told the servant to show the chief in.
Chief Collig entered the room, mopping his brow with a handkerchief, for it was a hot day and he was a stout man. Behind him came Detective Smuff, fanning himself with a straw hat.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," said Mr. Hardy genially. "Won't you sit down?"
Chief Collig eased himself into an arm chair. Detective Smuff leaned against the table. Both glanced inquiringly at the two boys.
"Unless your business is very private, I'd just as soon have the boys stay," suggested Mr. Hardy pleasantly. He did not trust Chief Collig and Detective Smuff, who came to him only in emergencies and who usually took all the credit for themselves whenever he helped them out of their difficulties. He preferred to have the boys present as witnesses.
"How about it, chief?" asked Smuff heavily. "Can they stay?"
"I guess so," grunted Chief Collig, undoing the collar of his uniform. "Can't do no good and they can't do no harm."
"Well, gentlemen, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?" asked Mr. Hardy.
"We've been hearin' things about this Tower
