for him in Willowville. He's letting us help him."
"I'd rather get in on a real, good mystery," said Frank. "It's all right to help dad, but there's no more excitement in it than delivering papers I'd rather start in studying to be a lawyer and be done with it."
"Never mind, Frank," comforted his brother. "We may get a mystery all of our own to solve some day."
"If we do we'll show that Fenton Hardy's sons are worthy of his name. Oh boy, but wouldn't I give to be as famous as dad! Why, some of the biggest cases in the country are turned over to him. That forgery case, for instance. Fifty thousand dollars had been stolen right from under the noses of the city officials and all the auditors and city detectives and private detectives they called in had to admit that it was too deep for them."
"Then they called in dad and he cleared it up in three days. Once he got suspicious of that slick bookkeeper whom nobody had been suspecting at all, it was all over but the shouting. Got a confession out of him and everything."
"It was smooth work. I'm glad our suggestion helped him. The case certainly got a lot of attention in the papers."
"And here we are," said Joe, "plugging along the shore road on a measly little errand
