In all the talk and excitement that followed the clearing up of the Tower mystery, the Hardy boys received no compliment that they treasured so much as that remark of Adelia Applegate’s.
“Well,” said Chief Collig, scratching his head, “I’ll be bumped!”
He looked at Smuff.
“I’ll be bumped, too,” declared Smuff.
“This beats all,” said the chief.
“It does,” agreed his faithful satellite.
“Shut up!” snapped the chief. “Who asked you to say anything?”
“Nobody.”
“Well, then, keep quiet. A fine detective you are! Why didn’t you think of that? The old tower! Of course he meant the old water tower. What else could he have meant? But you wouldn’t think of it. Not in a hundred years—you wouldn’t think of it. What kind of a detective are you, anyway? Here was a case that was as simple as A.B.C. and you couldn’t think of it. You let yourself be beat by a couple of boys!”
Smuff looked properly ashamed of himself, although it was plain that he was struggling with the temptation to ask the chief why he had not thought of the water tower, too. But he stifled the impulse and thereby doubtless saved the chief the trouble of dismissing him for impudence and insubordination.
“Yes,” said Hurd Applegate, “the Hardy boys recovered the treasure. And I think you will admit that Mr. Robinson is cleared. Personally, I am satisfied that he knew nothing whatever of the theft and I want to apologize to him for any unjust suspicions I may have had. Mr. Robinson, will you let me shake your hand?”
Trembling, Henry Robinson stepped forward. His face had been illuminated by a glow of incredulous hope from the moment he learned of the discovery of the loot.
“Am I really cleared?” he asked. “I knew things looked bad against me all along. I hardly dared hope—”
“I guess you’ll be let off now all right,” said Chief Collig grudgingly.
“There will be formalities, of course,” said Fenton Hardy. “But I’m pretty sure the prosecution won’t continue. The discovery of this loot proves Red Jackley’s story was correct from start to finish.”
“But how about that nine hundred dollars?” demanded Smuff suspiciously.
Mr. Robinson straightened up.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “but even yet I can’t explain that. I can in a few days, perhaps; but I’ve promised to keep silent about that money. It’s a private matter entirely.”
“I don’t think we need bother about that,” objected Hurd Applegate. “I’ve checked over the treasure and it’s all there. All the bonds and all the jewelry. There is nothing missing. As for the nine hundred dollars, why, that is Mr. Robinson’s own affair.”
Reluctantly, Smuff subsided into silence.
“Will you come back into my employ, Mr. Robinson?” asked Hurd Applegate. “Of course, I feel very keenly, because you were unjustly accused, and I want to make it up to you. If you will consent to come back to Tower Mansion as caretaker again I will increase your salary, and I’ll also insist that you accept back pay for the time you were away.”
“Why,” stammered Mr. Robinson, “this is good of you, Mr. Applegate. Of course I’ll come back, I’ll be glad to. It’ll mean a lot to my wife and daughters—and to Perry. He’ll be able to go back to school again.”
“Good!” exclaimed Joe Hardy impulsively, slapping his knee. Then, finding that he had attracted attention to himself, he sank back into his chair, embarrassed.
“And as for the Hardy boys,” proceeded Hurd Applegate, “seeing they discovered the treasure—”
“Real detectives,” shrilled Adelia. “Real detectives, both of them! Smart lads!”
“Yes, they showed some real detective work, and I hope they grow up to follow in their father’s footsteps. But, as I was saying, they discovered the treasure, so of course they will get the reward.”
“A thousand bucks!” exclaimed Detective Smuff, in awe.
“Dollars, Mr. Smuff—dollars!” corrected Adelia Applegate severely. “No slang please, not in Tower Mansion.”
“One thousand iron men!” declared Smuff, unheeding. “One thousand round, fat, juicy smackers for a couple of kids! And a real detective like me—!”
The thought was too much for him. He sank his head in his hands and groaned aloud.
Frank and Joe did not dare look at each other. They were finding it difficult enough to restrain their laughter without that.
“Yes, a thousand dollars,” went on Hurd Applegate. “I’ll write the checks now. Five hundred for each.”
With that he took out his fountain pen, reached in a drawer of the table for a check book, and soon the silence was broken by the scratching of pen on paper. Hurd Applegate wrote out two checks, each for five hundred dollars and these he handed to the boys. Frank and Joe accepted them with thanks, folded them up and put them in their pockets.
“And that, I think,” concluded Mr. Applegate, “finishes the mystery of the Tower robbery.”
“Thanks to the Hardy boys!” chimed in his sister. “Real detectives, both of them. I must ask them up for supper some night.”
XXIV
The Last of the Tower Case
The discovery of the Tower Mansion treasure was a Bayport sensation for almost a week—and a week is a long time for any sensation to last, even in Bayport.
People said that they knew all along that Mr. Robinson was innocent of the theft, and went as far out of their way to be nice to him as they had gone out of their way to be unkind to him and ignore him when he was accused of crime.
People too, were loud in their praises of the Hardy boys, and everybody predicted a bright future for them and said they knew all along that the lads were bound to solve the mystery if they kept at it long enough. All of this the boys took with a grain of salt, as the saying is,
