When Joe saw Frank"s condition, he exclaimed, "Leaping hyenas! You look as if you"d fallen into a cement mixer!"
"Not quite," Frank replied. "I ran into some of Chris"s pals."
"What! You mean you caught up with the smuggler?"
"Yes, but lost him again. I"ll tell you all about it later. But first let"s find some shelter from this rain. I"m cold."
They ducked into a doorway. Frank straightened his tie and brushed off his clothes in an effort to look more presentable.
"My wallet was stolen," he said. "How much money do you have left?"
Joe dug into his pockets. "Exactly six dollars and thirty-seven cents."
"I"m starved," Frank announced. "And we"ll need most of that to get a good meal. Anyway, it"s not enough for our fare back home. Let"s find a restaurant and a phone. We can call Mother and let her know what has happened so far. Hope she can wire us some money."
The rain lessened and the boys hurried along the street in search of an eating place. They examined the menus posted in the windows of several restaurants, hoping to find one that would not exceed their budget.
"Here"s a possibility," Joe said. "The menu looks good and the prices are reasonable."
The boys entered the restaurant and sat down. Shortly a waiter walked over to them. He eyed Frank"s rumpled clothes and the man"s manner became abrupt. The Hardys had already selected a dinner listed on the window menu and ordered immediately.
"I have a feeling he"s in a hurry to get rid of us." Joe grinned as the waiter walked off: "Did you see the way he stared at me when he came over?" Frank laughed. "I admit I look a little shabby. He probably thinks we"re not going to pay our bill."
After finishing dessert, Frank rose. "Give me some change and I"ll place a call home," he told Joe.
"Meanwhile, you take care of the bill."
Locating a phone booth at the rear of the restaurant, the young detective deposited the coin and dialled the operator.
"I"m sorry," said a feminine voice when Frank tried to make a collect call to Bayport. "Violent storms up there have temporarily affected the service. I suggest you try again in about an hour."
Disappointed, Frank returned to the table. To his surprise, Joe was involved in an argument with their waiter.
"What"s wrong?" Frank asked.
"There seems to be a misunderstanding about our check," Joe declared. "It"s almost double the amount listed on the menu we saw in the window."
"I already told you," the waiter growled. "Those prices are good only up to three o"clock. After that, you pay more."
"I"ll say you do," Joe retorted. "But how were we supposed to know?"
The waiter picked up a copy of the menu the boys had seen in the window and thrust it at them. "Can"t you read?" He pointed to a line of fine print at the bottom of the menu THIS MANAGEMENT RESERVES THE PRIVILEGE TO CHANGE LISTED MENU PRICES.
AFTER THREE P.M.
"Wow! You almost need a magnifying gla.s.s to read it!" Joe snapped.
"Don"t try to squirm out of this," the waiter said harshly. "I had you kids sized up the minute you walked in here. I"m going to get the manager!"
The waiter reappeared shortly with a short, stocky man wearing a dark suit and a bow tie.
"I hear you boys can"t pay your bill," he said.
Joe started to explain. "We can pay you half of it now and . . ."
"We don"t sell meals on the instalment plan," the manager stated tersely.
"Give us a little time," Frank pleaded. "Just as soon as we can get a call through to our home, we"ll have some money wired."
"A lot of good that will do me," the manager answered. Suddenly his expression clanged. His face broke into a wide grin. "Tell you what: I"m in need of a couple of dishwashers right now. Each of you work for three hours and I"ll call it square. You keep your money."
The Hardys were reluctant, but being short on funds, with no place to go, and unable to get through to Mrs Hardy yet, they agreed.
After working a while Joe said in disgust, "A couple of private detectives end up in New York as kitchen police!"
"I wouldn"t complain too much," Frank said, grinning. "What if we had to wash these dishes by hand!"
"Why do we have to do them at all?" Joe complained. "Dad has several friends here in the city. They"d be willing to help us out with some money."
"I know! But I think we should go to them only as a last resort."
Frank waited nearly four hours before getting a call through to Bayport. Finally the lines were repaired, and a long-distance operator connected him with Mrs Hardy.
"Your Aunt Gertrude and I have been worried sick about you and Joe," she said. "There"s been a bad storm here. Where are you?"
"Still in New York. But guess what? Joe and I are washing dishes to pay for our dinner."
Mrs Hardy laughed and promised to wire them money right away.
"Send it to the telegraph office at Grand Central Terminal," Frank requested. "And don"t worry about us.
We"re fine, and we"ll probably be home tomorrow. Now tell me, did that fake inventor show up?"
"No. I guess the, storm was too bad. The detectives stationed here were needed elsewhere and had to leave. The box on the steps is soaked. We turned the lights off and have been watching from the window. Maybe we can catch a glimpse of whoever comes."
"Good. "Bye now. I hope n.o.body tapped this call."
When Frank and Joe finished their work, they hurried from the restaurant. It was still raining when they stepped on to the street. "It"s almost midnight. What now ?" Joe asked.
"Let"s take the subway to Times Square," Frank said. "Then we can get the cross-town shuttle train to Grand Central. At least we can keep dry there until our money arrives."
There were only a few people waiting for the shuttle train when the boys arrived at Times Square.
Several minutes pa.s.sed, then suddenly Frank clutched his brother"s arm.
"What"s the matter?", Joe asked.
"That man behind the post!" Frank whispered, "He"s one of Chris"s friends!"
Just as Joe glanced up, the man brushed against one of the strolling pa.s.sengers on the platform. The young detectives" keen eyes saw him lift a wallet from his victim"s pocket.
"Hey! You!" Frank shouted, rushing towards the pickpocket with Joe close behind him.
Startled at Frank"s outcry, the thief quickly removed the money and dropped the wallet. He leaped off the platform on to the tracks and disappeared into the dark tunnel. The boys took off in pursuit.
"Watch that side rail!" Frank warned his brother. "It"s charged with high-voltage electricity!"
The young detectives had run a considerable distance into the yawning tunnel when they halted abruptly.
"What"s that rumbling noise?" Joe asked.
"It"s the shuttle train!" Frank screamed. "And it"s coming our way!"
Seconds later the fast-moving train loomed round the bend. Would the Hardys escape in time?
CHAPTER XIII.
Exciting a.s.signment "RUN for it!" Joe yelled.
The boys whirled and dashed through the tunnel. As the train rapidly gained on them, its headlight illuminated the walls. Stretching along one side was a power line encased in metal piping. Frank spotted it.
"That"s a conduit line!" he shouted. "Grab it and flatten yourself against the wall!"
They made a desperate leap, caught hold of the narrow piping, and stiffened themselves hard against the wall. Seconds later the train sped past them. The roar was deafening and the ma.s.s of air that was pulled along lashed the Hardys like a gale. The sides of the carriages were barely inches away as the lighted windows pa.s.sed by in a blur.
Soon the last coach disappeared round a bend. The youths jumped on to the tracks and made their way back to the Times Square station platform. Both were trembling.
"What do you think happened to the man we were chasing?" Joe asked finally.
"Probably he"s used this tunnel before as a means of escape," Frank replied, "and knows the layout well.
I"m sure he"s heading for Grand Central station."
Arriving at the platform, the boys spotted the man Chris"s pal had tried to rob. He was talking to a police officer.
"These are the two boys who chased the pickpocket into the tunnel," the man told the policeman as the brothers walked towards them.
The officer turned to Frank and Joe. "This man claims someone stole his wallet."
"That"s right," Frank said, "and the thief is probably the same one who lifted mine this afternoon. We chased him but he got away."
"By now he has no doubt reached Grand Central," Joe added.
"I"ve alerted a couple of the men on duty there," the policeman said. "They"ll be on the lookout for him."
He stared at the boys curiously. "Say, that was a risky job for you fellows to take on!"
The boys introduced themselves to the officer and showed him their credentials.
"So you"re the Hardys," the policeman remarked.
"I"m Reilly. Your father"s name is something of a legend round the department."
"Dad is a great detective," Joe said proudly.
At the officer"s request, the boys gave him a description of the pickpocket. Reilly then took the name and address of the man who had been robbed.
Shortly the next train arrived and the Hardys stepped aboard. When they got off at Grand Central station, Frank and Joe noticed a commotion at the far end of the platform. A group of spectators had a.s.sembled.
"Let"s see what"s going on," Frank suggested.
As the boys walked forward, Joe"s eyes widened. "Hey, look!" he yelled. "There"s the pickpocket we chased!"
"He"s being questioned by two policemen," Frank observed. "That was quick work. They must"ve nabbed film coming out of the tunnel."
The boys pressed their way through the spectators.
"I ain"t done nothin"," they heard the pickpocket snarl.
"That"s not true!" Joe declared. "He tried to steal a man"s wallet. My brother and I saw the whole thing!"
"And I suspect he took mine and is a pal of some smugglers," Frank added.
"Who are you?" one of the policemen asked.
The boys identified themselves once more, then related the incident at the Times Square station.
One of the officers nodded. "We were alerted to be on the lookout for this guy."
"We know all about him," the second policeman said. "His name is Torchy Murks. Has two convictions for petty larceny. We had reports of a pickpocket that looks like him working the subways recently."
"You"re crazy!" Murks growled. "I"m being framed!"
"We"ll see about that."
The officers requested the boys to accompany them. At the police station Murks was marched off to the interrogation room.
A few minutes later a tall, muscular, square jawed man emerged from the squad room. He walked directly to the Hardys and extended his hand in greeting.
"One of the officers has just told me that you"re the sons of Fenton Hardy," he said.
"That"s right."