WHAT HAPPENED AT MIDNIGHT.
FRANKLIN W DIXON.
CHAPTER I.
Burglars.
"WHAT an a.s.signment! And from our own Dad!"
Joe Hardy grinned at his brother Frank as the two boys slipped into ripple soled shoes and put on dark jackets.
"First time we"ve ever been asked to play burglar," Frank answered with a chuckle.
A few days before, their father, an ace detective, and Malcolm Wright, an inventor, had left for California to hunt for Wright"s valuable stolen antique plane. Because they would be delayed in returning, the inventor had requested the brothers to "break into" his home and retrieve a top-secret invention before thieves took it.
"A little nefarious work around midnight," Joe mused, "and all because Mr Wright left his keys inside the house and locked everything but one bedroom window with a broken lock."
"The invention must be something super or Dad and Mr Wright wouldn"t have asked us to guard it with our lives," Frank remarked. "I wonder what it is."
"Dad gave us permission to find out. Say, suppose we can"t locate that secret compartment we think is in Mr Wright"s desk before those thieves arrive?" Joe asked. "I wish Dad could have given us all the details before the call was cut off and we couldn"t get it back."
Joe, who had blond hair, was a year younger than his dark-haired, eighteen-year-old brother Frank.
Both had solved many mysteries, some of them for their father.
Fenton Hardy had told the boys on the telephone that just before Mr Wright had left Bayport, where they all lived, he had been threatened by a mysterious gang. They had learned about the invention from a worker in a factory that had made some of the parts. He had breached the confidence placed in him.
The caller had told Mr Wright that if he did not voluntarily turn over his invention before a certain time, "visitors" would come for it. The date they had set was the following day!
"Mr Wright didn"t have time to put the invention in a safe-deposit box, so he hid it in his study," Fenton Hardy had said. "He"s afraid the thieves may break into his house, so he has alerted the police to be there tomorrow morning. But he"s worried and he wants you boys to get the small box containing the invention before then. Don"t leave it at our house when you"re not there. Keep it with you at all times but well hidden."
Frank and Joe relayed the conversation to their pretty, understanding mother, and to Aunt Gertrude, their father"s maiden sister who lived with them. She was inclined to be critical of her nephews" involvement in detective work.
Instantly she said, "Be burglars! The idea! Why, suppose you fall off that house-!"
"Gertrude, please!" Mrs Hardy broke in. "Don"t even mention such a possibility. I know the boys will be careful."
"Of course," said Joe. "Let"s go, Frank!"
The brothers hurried to the garage where their shiny convertible gleamed in the light of a street lamp on the corner of High and Elm streets. Frank took the wheel and drove to within a block of Mr Wright"s rambling, old-fashioned house. The boys walked to it and were glad to see that the building stood in deep shadows.
They reconnoitred the grounds in silence. No one was about. Finally Frank whispered, "I guess our best bet to the upper story is that trellis. It looks st.u.r.dy. We"ll go across the roof over the kitchen door and edge round to the unlocked window."
"I"ll stay close by and hold on to your legs until you make it," Joe answered.
They followed each other up the trellis and crossed the narrow roof. Fortunately there was not much pitch to it. Joe crouched and grasped his brother"s right leg.
"All set," he announced in a whisper.
Frank stretched over to the window ledge but could not reach the top of the sash to raise it.
"Give me a push up," he murmured to Joe, who hoisted his brother until his fingers reached the top of the sash.
The window lifted easily. Frank pulled himself sideways through it. "Your turn, Joe." He reached out and grasped his brother"s outstretched hands.
Joe, a little shorter than Frank, found he could not reach the window without swinging precariously in s.p.a.ce. If Frank couldn"t hold his brother"s weight, he would be dragged outside. Both boys would plunge to the ground!
"No use being silly about this," Frank said. "I"ll open the rear door for you."
Joe was about to climb down the trellis when a strong light suddenly lit the area.
"A car!" Frank exclaimed as the driver beamed a searchlight on their side of the street. "Maybe the thieves are in it! Duck!"
Frank quickly closed the window, while Joe flattened himself face down on the roof. He did not stand up until the area was in darkness again. Then he hurried down the trellis and through the rear door.
"Close call!" said Frank.
Joe nodded. "I thought maybe it was a police car, but I guess not. It had no revolving top light."
His brother agreed. "I"m sure Mr Wright"s enemies are casing this place!"
"Yes. And they"ll probably be back soon! We"d better get moving."
Holding their flashlights low to the floor, the boys sped up the stairs and found Mr Wright"s study. A large walnut desk stood in the centre of the room. Frank and Joe walked to the front of it, where there were drawers to left and right of the wide kneehole.
"The secret compartment may be in one of them," Joe suggested.
"They"re not locked," Frank whispered in amazement.
The boys searched diligently, lifting aside letters and other papers. They found nothing.
"Now what?" Joe asked.
Frank had an idea. "I"ll look in the kneehole while you hunt for movable panels on the outside of the desk."
Again there was silence as the two boys began to finger the woodwork. Minutes went by, then Joe said, "I"ve found something that moves."
Frank crawled out and watched as his brother slid open a panel, revealing a long, narrow s.p.a.ce.
"Anything in it?" Frank asked.
Joe beamed his flashlight inside. A look of disappointment came over his face.
"Nothing," he announced. "There might have been at some time, though."
"You mean the invention?"
"Maybe. How are you making out?"
"Something in the kneehole looks suspicious," Frank answered.
Just then the boys heard the crash of gla.s.s and immediately clicked off their flashlights. Someone had broken a windowpane, and at this moment was no doubt reaching inside for the lock. Any minute one or more men might mount the stairs and enter the study!
The boys looked for a hiding place. There were no draperies, sofa, or large chairs, and no cupboard.
"Let"s hide in the kneehole," Frank whispered, "then use our hand signals."
Some time before this, the Hardys had devised a series of handsqueeze signals. One hard squeeze meant, "Let"s attack!" Two indicated caution. Long, short, long meant, "We"d better scram." An ordinary handshake was, "Agreed".
"If there are not more than two men, let"s attack," Joe said in a barely audible tone.
"Okay."
Quickly the two crawled into the kneehole and pulled the desk chair into place. The boys were well hidden when they heard footsteps on the stairs, then voices.
"No failing this time or Shorty"ll take us on our last ride," said a man with a nasal voice.
Frank and Joe wondered if the men had tried to break in earlier but failed.
The man"s companion spoke in lower tones of disgust. "Oh, you"d believe Shorty invented fire if he told you he did. He ain"t so great. Takes orders from the boss, don"t he?" The other did not reply.
The two men entered the room and beamed flashlights around. "Where did Wright say he kept the invention?" the deep-toned man asked.
"I got in late on the conversation when I tapped that telephone call to the Hardy house," the other answered. "But I did hear the words "secret compartment". Where would that be? The desk?"
Frank and Joe froze. Were they about to be discovered ?
"No, not the desk," the other man said. "The safe."
For the first time the boys noticed a small safe standing against the wall opposite them. Frank and Joe were fearful the men would detect their hiding place, but the attention of the burglars was focused on the safe. In a moment they squatted and the boys got a good glimpse of their faces. Both were swarthy and hard-looking.
At that moment the tower clock of the town hall began to strike. It was midnight!
The men waited until the echo of the twelfth stroke had died away, then the one with the nasal tw.a.n.g put his ear to the dial of the safe and began to turn the k.n.o.b.
After a few moments his companion asked impatiently, "What"s the matter? That safecrackin" ear of yours turned to tin?"
"Tumblers are noiseless," the other said. "Guess we"ll have to blow it." He began to take some wire from his pocket.
Frank and Joe were trapped. If the door of the safe were blown off, it might head right in their direction!
Quickly Joe felt for Frank"s hand and gave it a hard squeeze, meaning, "Let"s attack!"
Instantly Frank answered with the "Agreed!" handshake.
In a flash Joe flung the desk chair at the two men, then the boys jumped them!
CHAPTER II.
Amazing Invention TAKEN by surprise the burglars were at a disadvantage. Frank and Joe knocked them to the floor and sat on their backs.
"Ugh! What"s going-?" one mumbled.
The men were strong and with great heaves they tried to shake off the boys. Frank and Joe pressed down hard.
"Who are you?" Frank demanded.
No answer. Then suddenly the man Joe was holding rolled over and tried to sit up. Joe kept him down and the two, locked in a vice-like grip, twisted to and fro across the floor.
Frank, meanwhile, had found his deep-voiced opponent a kicker, who viciously jabbed his heels into the boy"s back. Angry, Frank sent two swift blows which grazed the man"s chin.
The other two fighters b.u.mped into them. In the mix-up the burglars were able to throw off their attackers and scramble to their feet. The four began to exchange punches.
"Finish off these guys!" the nasal-voiced man rasped.
For several seconds it looked as if they would. Their blows were swift and well-aimed. Then both men, breathing heavily, relaxed their guard. In a flash Frank and Joe delivered stinging uppercuts to their opponents" jaws. The burglars fell to the floor with thuds that shook the house. They lay quiet.
The boys grinned at each other and Joe said, "Knockouts!"
Frank nodded. "We must notify the police to get out here before these men come to."
"We can wait," Joe answered. "They"ll sleep for at least half an hour. Let"s find that invention first!"
"Good idea."
Though bruised and weary the boys eagerly searched the side of the kneehole where Frank thought he had found a clue. There was a slight bulge in the wood. After pressing it in several directions, a panel began to slide counter-clockwise. There was a click.
Just then one of the burglars groaned. The Hardys tensed. Was the man coming to? Joe leaned forward and beamed his flashlight on the two figures. Both were still unconscious.
Meanwhile, Frank had lifted out the panel. The s.p.a.ce behind it contained a small metal box. Written on the box was: Property of Malcolm Wright. Valuable. Reward for return.
"I"ve found it!" Frank exclaimed.
"Then let"s go!" Joe urged.
"Okay," Frank agreed. "You"ll find a phone in the lower hall. Call the police while I slip this panel back.