In the third room their search was again in vain. They even inspected the window ledges and tapped the floors and ceiling in the faint hope of finding some secret cupboard that was unknown to them.
But the loot was not found.
When at last they emerged through the trapdoor in the roof, out on top of the rear tower, and found it to be bare and empty, Applegate could not disguise his chagrin.
"Wild-goose chase!" he snorted. "Adelia was right. I've been made a fool of."
"You don't think we would make up a story like that, do you, Mr. Applegate?" Frank asked.
"I don't see any reason why you should. But there's something wrong somewhere. I've wasted half a morning poking around through this confounded tower—all for nothing."
"So have we."
"If that fellow did hide the stuff in one of the towers, some one else must have come along and got it. That's the only way I can figure it out. He had some one working with him. Or else Robinson found the stuff—That's more likely! Probably Robinson found the loot right after the robbery and kept it for himself."
"I don't think he would do that. He isn't that kind of man," Joe objected.
"With all that money in front of him? I
