"Come here a minute."
There was a rustle of skirts, and then Adelia Applegate, maiden sister of the owner of Tower Mansion, appeared. She was a faded blonde woman, of thin features, and she was dressed in a gown of a fashion fifteen years back, in which every color of the spectrum fought for supremacy.
"What's the matter now?" she demanded. "Can't a body sit down to do a bit of sewin' without you hollerin' at them?"
"These boys want to look through the old tower."
"What for? Up to some mischief, I'll be bound."
"They think they can find the bonds and jewels."
"Oh, they do, do they?" sniffed the woman. "And what would the bonds and jewels be doin' in the old tower?"
"We have evidence that they were hidden there after the robbery," replied Frank.
Miss Applegate sniffed again and viewed the boys with frank suspicion.
"As if any thief would be fool enough to hide them right in the house he robbed!"
"These are Mr. Hardy's boys," explained Hurd Applegate. "He is the big detective, you know."
"All detectives," said Miss Applegate, "are
