muffled voices, then someone walked away from the suite. The boys listened intently for a moment, then went back into the living room. Frank picked up the piece of paper, hastened to the desk, and spread it flat.
On the paper, written in pencil, were the words Prof called, and a phone number.
Frank whistled softly. âWhat a clue, Joe!â
Just then the boys heard a noise behind them. They wheeled around to see Lendo Wallace framed in the doorway. His hand went to the knife in his belt!
CHAPTER X
Surprise Connection
STARING at them in the doorway, Lendo Wallace seemed more startled than the Hardys. Had the Indian expected to see Elmont Chidsee?
âWhat are you doing here?â he finally asked.
âLooking around,â Frank replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
Wallaceâs hand dropped from the knife haft and he stepped toward the Hardys with an inquisitive stare. âThis isnât your room, is it?â
âNo. It belongs to Elmont Chidsee and his chauffeur.â
âI assume you were looking for him,â Joe put in. âChidsee and his buddy who was here last night, perhaps?â
His bold approach had the desired effect. Wallaceâs eyes widened and his lips moved but he said nothing. As he turned to go, Joe shot another question.
âWhy the knife in your belt, Mr. Wallace?â
âIâm going to cut a tree; that is, cut a mask in a tree.â The Indianâs voice seemed less hostile.
âI understand thatâs an ancient art with the Six Nations,â Frank said, trying to draw out the Seneca.
It seemed to be the right approach. Lendo Wallace relaxed a little and began to talk about the art of carving false faces. As he spoke, all three walked from Chidseeâs apartment and stood outside.
âEach mask,â Wallace said, âis designed to chase certain evil spirits.â
âIâve seen a very frightening one,â Frank remarked. âIt had a crooked nose and a sideways mouth.â
âYou mean Old Broken Nose. Heâs quite fierce, especially with the horsetail hair.â
âSo that was it,â Frank thought. âThe streaming white hair which scared Chet actually was a horsetail!â He probed deeper with his next statement.
âA friend of ours was frightened by a Broken Nose mask one night!â
Wallace looked blank. Frank concluded that he was not the one who had been at the Rideausâ barn during their first visit.
Wallace continued with his favorite subject. âYoung Indians donât care about masks any more,â he said sadly. âThey arenât interested. You send them out to cut some wood and they donât know willow from bass.â
Joe looked at the Indianâs jalopy. It was the same year as Chetâs. âWe have a friend who has a car just like this,â Joe said with a grin. âDoes yours backfire much?â
For the first time Wallace smiled. âEnough to scare horses,â he replied.
Now the chill was thawing more. Frank asked Wallace what he did for a living. The Indian told him that he made snow snakesâlong sticks which boys hurled over the ice in a game; also lacrosse sticks, turtle-shell rattles, and headdresses.
âOur people play a lot of lacrosse,â he said. âThe game originated with Northern Indians. This work keeps me busy all winter, and I sell my wares in the summertime.â
Suddenly animation left the manâs face as if a switch had been turned off. He fixed both boys with his gaze and said icily, âWhy were you spying on me last night?â
Frank and Joe were taken aback. So he had seen their faces at the window! Yet he had not given them away!
Caught flat-footed, they fumbled for a reply, but Wallace spared them the effort. He jumped into his car, started the motor, and sped out of the motel drive onto the main highway.
Frank shook his head. âJoe, that man is an enigma.â
âYou said it! I certainly
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