The same thought was running through Frank’s and Joe’s minds: maybe this mystery would turn out to be their first case!
CHAPTER III
The Threat
“YOU’RE getting to be pretty good on that motorcycle, Frank,” Joe said as the boys rode into the Hardy garage. “I’m not even scared to ride alongside you any more!”
“You’re not scared!” Frank pretended to take Joe seriously. “What about me-riding with a daredevil like you?”
“Well,” Joe countered, “let’s just admit that we’re both pretty good!”
“It sure was swell of Dad to let us have them,” Joe continued.
“Yes,” Frank agreed. “And if we’re going to be detectives, we’ll get a lot of use out of them.”
The boys started toward the house, passing the old-fashioned barn on the property. Its first floor had been converted into a gymnasium which was used after school and on week ends by Frank and Joe and their friends.
The Hardy home, on the corner of High and Elm streets, was an old stone house set in a large, tree-shaded lawn. Right now, crocuses and miniature narcissi were sticking their heads through the light-green grass.