his brother. "It was just the way things happened."
"Well, there's one thing left. We must find that loot!"
"Haven't we tried?"
"Yes, but we can try some more. We've just got to clear Mr. Robinson. And there's only the one way. We must find the loot!"
It was a dull, gloomy day, indicative of rain, and this did not add to the boys' spirits.
To ease their feelings the brothers took a walk, and quite unconsciously their steps took them in the vicinity of Tower Mansion.
"Let's have a squint at the old place from the outside," suggested Joe.
"Don't let Adelia see you, or she'll come after you with a broomstick," chuckled Frank. "Gee, but she's a tartar!"
They walked into the grounds. It was growing darker now and they easily made their way among the trees and bushes to the vicinity of the rambling mansion. They gazed up at the old tower questioningly.
"Some puzzle," was Frank's comment. "Will the case of The Tower Treasure ever be solved?"
"Search me!" was his brother's slangy answer. "Perhaps—oh, Frank, look!" he added suddenly.
He was gazing at the upper windows of the
