“After all, he didn’t say the old tower of Tower Mansion. He just said ‘old tower’!”
“Frank, I believe we’ve stumbled on a terrific due!” Joe said jubilantly. “It would be the natural thing for Jackley to come to his former haunts after the robbery!”
“Right!” Frank agreed.
“And when he discovered that Chet’s jalopy was gone, he probably thought that the police were hot on his trail, so he decided to hide the loot some place he knew-where no one else would suspect. The old water tower! This must be the place!”
CHAPTER XIX
Loot!
LUNCH, motorcycles-everything else was forgotten! With wild yells of excitement, Frank and Joe hurried down the embankment which flanked the right of way.
But as they came to a fence that separated the tracks from the grass and weeds that grew along the side, they stopped short. Someone on the highway above was sounding a car horn. Looking up, they recognized the driver.
Smuff!
“Oh, good night!” Joe cried out.