There was no reply.
“Are you hungry?”
Still no answer.
“You know you are. And you’ll be hungrier and thirstier before we are through with you. We’ll put food and water in your sight but you won’t be able to reach it. You’ll die of thirst and starvation—unless you sign that paper.”
“I’ll never sign it.”
“All right. Come on, men. We’ll leave him to himself and give him time to think about it.”
Footsteps resounded as Snackley and the others began to leave the room, and finally they died away and a door banged.
Fenton Hardy was left alone.
Joe made a sudden move toward the door, but Frank restrained him.
“Not just yet,” he cautioned. “They may have left some one to guard him.”