boys turned their motorcycles down the side road which, although it was not paved, was well graded, and led through a quieter countryside.
"What railroad is this, anyway?" asked Frank, as they sped along.
"The Bayport and Coast line. It's mostly freight."
"The Bayport and Coast! Why, that's the railway that Red Jackley used to work for. Don't you remember dad telling us that? His first crime was stealing freight from the road."
"So he did! I'd forgotten all about it."
The boys looked down at the tracks below the embankment with renewed interest, by virtue of the railway's association with the notorious criminal. Mention of Jackley's name revived recollections of the Tower Mansion case, and when the boys finally decided to stop in the shade of a little grove of trees beside the road for lunch, they reviewed every incident of the mysterious affair.
"It would have been better for every one if Jackley had stayed with the railway," Frank observed, as he bit into a thick roastbeef sandwich.
"He sure caused a lot of trouble before he died."
"And he has caused even more since, by the
