"Oh," said he, lightly, "being neighbors, we were just curious, we wondered who had bought the haunted house. That"s all. My uncle, Mr.
Temple, is a friend of Mr. McKay. So, being near, we thought we would stop in and ask him. That"s all. Sorry to have bothered you. Good day."
And taking the bewildered Jack and Bob by their arms, he gently propelled them to the door.
CHAPTER V
PURSUING THE "RADIO" PLANE
Not before they had reached the street did Frank vouchsafe an explanation of his amazing conduct. Then Jack, refusing to be put aside any more, gripped him by the arm and swung him about so that they stood face to face.
"Out with it, now," he demanded. "Why did you hurry us away from that office? And why didn"t you tell Mr. Higginbotham our reason for trying to discover something about this man who has taken the Brownell place?"
Big Bob quizzically regarded his smaller companion.
"Guess I know," he said. "Frank had another hunch. Didn"t you?"
"Yes," confessed Frank, "and that"s about all I had to go on, too. But it was a strong one. Something inside of me kept saying that man Higginbotham wasn"t to be trusted. There was a look in his eyes, watchful and cunning. And he made a little start when we asked him about the Brownell place. I don"t know. There was nothing definite, nothing I can point out to you now. I feel almost ashamed of myself, as a matter of fact."
Bob put an arm over his shoulder.
"You needn"t," he said. "Forget it. I"ll put my faith in your hunches every time. Well, what"ll we do now? Look up the Secret Service men, or have lunch first?"
"Let"s eat," said Jack.
He was a bit out of sorts because his plan to pump Mr. McKay had miscarried. Bob who read him aright, grinned and slapped him resoundingly on the back.
"How much money you got, old thing?" he asked. "I came without any. Do we eat at a Child"s restaurant or at the Knickerbocker Grill."
They stood on the corner of Broadway and Forty-second street, immediately in front of the Knickerbocker. Toward it Bob, who was fond of good eating, gazed with longing.
"Too high-priced for my purse," said Jack. "Besides, we haven"t the time to waste over eating there. Takes too long. We must be on our way. However, I can do you better than a lunch counter, so come on. I know a place around here on Forty-second street."
Taking the lead, Jack led the way through the busy throng that congests traffic at Times Square at all hours of the day and practically all of the night, too. They turned in at a small restaurant on Forty-second street, and despatched lunch in double-quick time.
During the course of the meal, Bob gave an exclamation.
"I planned to call Dad and tell him we were in town and why," he said.
"But it"s too late now. He"ll have gone out to lunch."
Jack knew it would be impossible to reach his father by telephone. Mr.
Hampton the night before had announced he planned to spend the day going over certain engineering plans with Colonel Graham, and Jack had only a vague idea where they would be in conference.
"Now for the Secret Service men," said Jack, at conclusion of the meal. "Luckily I have a card of introduction from Inspector Burton in my purse. Also it gives the address--down on Park Row. Well, the Subway again. Only this time, the East Side branch to Brooklyn Bridge."
Once more stemming the torrent of human traffic flowing along Forty-second street, the boys made their way eastward to the Grand Central station, boarded a southbound express train on the Subway tracks, and were whisked to their destination at lightning-like speed.
Park Row also was crowded, the noon hour crowds of workers, from the towering skysc.r.a.pers of the financial district to the south, loitering in City Hall Park and sauntering up and down the thoroughfare to which the park gives its name. Jack and Bob felt their spirits react to the impulse of the busy life around them, but the sensitive Frank, who hated crowds, became peevish.
He urged his companions to hurry.
"Forget the sight-seeing," he said, "and let"s move along. The quicker I"m out of this ma.s.s of humanity, the better pleased I"ll be. These crowds of New Yorkers don"t give a fellow a chance to take a deep breath for fear he"ll crush in somebody else"s ribs."
"Here we are," said Jack, turning in at a tall office building, near lower Broadway, with old St. Paul"s and its churchyard, filled now with loitering clerks spending their dinner hour among the graves, just across the way.
Once more an express elevator whisked the trio skyward. At the fourteenth floor they alighted, made their way to an office, the gla.s.s door of which bore no lettering except the number "12," and entered.
"Inspector Condon, please," said Jack, to a fat young man, smoking a long black cigar, who sat in his shirtsleeves at a desk, reading through a ma.s.s of papers.
The latter got to his feet, and held out his hand. He had a jolly face which broke into a grin of welcome, as he extended his hand.
"That"s me," he said.
Jack was rather taken aback. He had not expected to meet so young a man in a position of such responsibility. This man could not have been more than 26 or 28 years of age. Pa.s.sing over his astonishment, however, Jack introduced himself and his companions and then extended the card of introduction given him a year before by Inspector Burton, when they left Washington, but which heretofore had not been presented.
"So," said Inspector Condon, reading the note on the back of the card; "you are the three chaps who made such a stir in that business in California? Mighty glad to meet you. Sit down. What can I do for you?"
"That remains to be seen," said Jack. "However, we have run into something rather curious, and we thought you might be interested. So if you have time to listen, we"ll spin the yarn."
"All the time in the world, friend," said Inspector Condon, genially.
"Shoot."
Thereupon, Jack proceeded to relate the story of the secret radio plant, the mysterious plane probably controlled by radio and thus able to operate in silence, and the facts as they had obtained them from Mr. Temple regarding the occupant of the old Brownell place known as the "haunted house."
"Ha," said Inspector Condon; "if that fellow is a liquor smuggler, the "haunted house" has spirits in it, all right, all right."
And he laughed uproariously at his own joke.
"But, now, boys," he added, sobering; "an investigation into this matter would be somewhat outside of my province. However, I"ll place this information before the prohibition enforcement officials, who will be glad to get it, I can a.s.sure you. Let me thank you, in behalf of the government, for coming to us with your information."
After a few more moments of conversation, during which Inspector Condon made a note of their names and addresses, the boys left.
At the door, Jack turned for a last word.
"If we can be of any help," he said, "call on us. We have a radio plant and an airplane at our command, and, besides, are admirably situated near the scene."
"Fretting for more adventure, are you?" asked Inspector Condon, clapping him on the shoulder. "Well, that"s a kind offer, and I"ll pa.s.s it along to the proper people to handle this matter. If they need any help, you"ll hear from them shortly. I expect they won"t let any gra.s.s grow under their feet on this case."
When once more they stood on the sidewalk, Jack"s gaze lifted to the clock in the tower of St. Paul"s. Two o"clock.
"Well, we haven"t gotten very far with our adventure," he said, a bit dispiritedly. "I thought we would start something that would give us a bit of excitement. But, apparently, all we have done has been to let the whole business slip out of our hands."
"Oh, forget it," said Frank irritably. The noise, the heat and the bustle of the city had irritated his nerves. "Come on. Let"s get out of this. I hate all this hurly-burly. If we take the Subway over to the Flatbush Avenue terminal of the Long Island Railroad, we"ll just about have time to make an express to Mineola."
The roar of the Subway was not conducive to conversation, and little further was said until the trio boarded the train in Brooklyn, and pulled out for the short run to Mineola. Early editions of several afternoon newspapers were purchased at the terminal newsstand, and the boys settled down to glance at the day"s happenings when once ensconced in the train.