"Did he escape again?"
"He escaped—by death. The thief is dead."
"Dead? What happened?" asked Hurd Applegate excitedly.
"His name was Red Jackley, and he was a notorious criminal. He was tracked down by our father, and when he tried to escape on a railroad hand-car he got into a smash-up, and he was fatally injured. But before he died, he admitted robbing Tower Mansion.
"He admitted it? He confessed?"
"He confessed everything."
"I don't believe it," sniffed Adelia Applegate. "Nothing will ever convince me that it wasn't that rascal Robinson."
"Jackley confessed the whole business," Frank persisted. "And on his deathbed he said that he hadn't been able to get away with the loot. That he had hidden it."
"Where?"
"In the old tower."
"And it isn't there?"
"Joe and I have just searched the place high and low. The stuff isn't there. And from the fact that there are no footprints or marks of any kind in the dust, I don't think any one has been in the place for a long time."
"The old tower has been closed for years."
"So we thought," Joe interjected, "that he might have been mistaken and that he had
