mysteriously. "I'll get a bomb. I'll guarantee to keep the chief in town."
"Not a real bomb?" asked Frank.
"Why not?" said Chet. "Listen to me."
Chet proceeded to lay forth his plan in a stealthy whisper. It was received with chuckles and murmurs of admiration. His companions clapped him on the back, and when he had finished the boys hastened down the street toward the Hardy home.
In the rear of the house were a garage and an old barn. In the barn was a gymnasium that the Hardy boys had fitted out for themselves, and here was the usual collection of old toys, footballs, broken baseball bats and such paraphernalia, to be found wherever boys store their cherished possessions. Frank groped about among the rubbish in one corner until at last he rose with an exclamation of triumph, holding aloft a shining object.
"It's here!" he said. "Let's get busy. There's no time to lose."
An old box was quickly produced, and in it the shining object was placed. The box was then carefully wrapped up, and in a few minutes the boys left the barn, Tony carrying the package under one arm.
Not far from the Bayport police station was a fruit stand over which presided an Italian by the name of Rocco. He was a simple, genial
