became annoyed and raised his voice once more. âNow look, give it back!â
âI donât have it here,â Chidsee replied pettishly.
âWhere is it?â
âDonât worry, youâll get it!â
âWe need it now, uncle or no uncle. Donât forget, I have a deal cooking. You better shape up or else!â
Just then the phone rang. The stranger picked it up, and after a crisp âhelloâ talked low. The Hardys could barely make out what was being said.
âA couple of Senecas have been spying on us,â he said. There was silence for a few seconds. âWeâve got to be careful and wind this up fast.â
Silence once more. Then the door slammed and the visitor was gone.
Frank tugged his brotherâs arm and they hurried around to the front to get a look at the man. But he was already in his car and sped off into the night.
Frank and Joe returned to their room by way of the window and discussed the case.
âThat sounded a lot like the guy who visited Lendo Wallace tonight,â Joe remarked.
âIt must have been,â Frank agreed. âHe said that the Senecas were spying on him.â
âAnd he probably knows that Rod Jimerson and others are suspicious of Wallace because heâs done nothing about the mask thefts.â
âWhatâs wrong with Wallace, anyway?â Joe asked, frowning. âWe know heâs made some kind of deal with the fellow whoâs also a buddy of Chidseeâsâbut what is it?â
Frank shrugged. âWho knows? Maybe heâs stealing the missing masks himself! He might even have taken Spoon Mouth!â
âHe must need money awful bad,â Joe said, âto betray his own people.â
âI donât know. Come on. Letâs hit the sack,â said Frank. âIâm weary.â
In pajamas once again, the boys were soon fast asleep.
When they opened the draw curtains the next morning, the sun streamed into their room. They had slept until nine oâclock! Yawning and squinting, Joe glanced down the motel facade to Chidseeâs suite. The Cadillac was gone.
âTheyâve flown the coop already, Frank,â he reported, and opened the door. The maid walked by. Joe beckoned to her. âHave Mr. Chidsee and his chauffeur left?â he asked.
The chubby woman, carrying a vacuum and a dustcloth, said Yes. She was going to make up the rooms for the day.
Joe said quickly, âMy brother and I will be dressed in a minute, and we might have company later. Will you make ours first?â
âSure. Iâll be right back.â The maid left. Frank and Joe quickly splashed cold water on their faces, put on their clothes, and walked out. Casually they sauntered to Chidseeâs suite. The door stood ajar.
âOkay, Joe. Nowâs our chance,â Frank said and slipped into the living room.
Joe followed close behind. Quickly they took in the scene. Crushed cigarette butts littered the floor, empty soda cans stood on the table, and in the adjoining room the beds were unmade and towels strewn about.
âNeat people,â Joe commented sarcastically as they scouted the place for possible clues. Nothing turned up in the living room, and the bedroom proved equally void of any personal belongings.
Joe checked the blotter on the writing desk. No ink marks were on it. Frank, meanwhile, picked through the wastebasket. As he took out a folded newspaper, a crumpled piece of paper fell out from between the pages.
Then they heard footsteps outside. Frank quickly pulled Joe into the bedroom. The footsteps stopped in front of the apartment door.
âMaybe itâs the maid,â Joe said. âWouldnât it be embarrassing if she found us here?â
âIt sounded like a manâs steps,â Frank replied, âand it would be even more embarrassing if itâs Chidsee himself.â
âLetâs try the bathroom window,â Joe advised.
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