"Why, you joker," Frank threatened.

"Hey!" Chet moaned. "Maybe Simon has just run off with our money, and won't bring us any clothes!"

This remark made all the boys glum. But at last Simon's tall form could be seen approaching from the town. In his arms the mute boy carried a huge package wrapped in brown paper.

Eager hands reached from the car to s.n.a.t.c.h the package and change from the astonished Simon. Flying fingers ripped open the paper and tugged at the clothing inside.

"Keep watch, Simon. Warn us if anybody comes," ordered Joe.

In a few minutes three fully-clothed boys joined Simon on the sidewalk. All wore identical blue dungarees, red flannel shirts, checkered socks, and black 43 shoes.

"Jumpin" goldfish!" complained Chet. "We look like a comedy team on television!"

Simon grinned and from under his right arm produced a package containing three extra shirts.

129 He threw them into the rear seat, as the boys looked relieved.

While Frank and Joe merely laughed at each other's singed hair and eyebrows, Chet said, "Breakfast before anything else!"

Customers in Forestburg's chief diner peered in amus.e.m.e.nt over their morning coffee as the door opened. First came three boys, all wearing red shirts and blue dungarees, with their hair and eyebrows partly singed away. Then came a tall, gangling boy with trousers too short and a wild shock of hair.

Disregarding the curious stares, the four were soon putting away vast quant.i.ties of griddlecakes.

"Must be some of them carnival fellas," muttered one man to his neighbor.

"Looks like somebody ran a blowtorch over those three!"

"Who's the other one-the wild man of Borneo?" returned his companion.

But Frank, Joe, Chet, and Simon ate heartily, still ignoring the customers'

stares. While Simon and Chet worked on a third helping of griddle-cakes and cocoa, the Hardys consulted briefly in whispers.

"Think we ought to try to reach Dad?" Joe asked his brother, "and tell him our suspicions about the fire?"

Frank, after a moment's reflection, decided against this. "Dad has enough on his hands, and he'd probably drop everything and come rushing 130 over. Let's wait till we have proof to give him."

Joe then proposed, "How about seeing Webber before we try Elizabeth Donner?"

"Right," Frank approved. "But we'd better report to Sheriff Ecker first."

The face of the lawman became grave as he heard of the boys' narrow escape. He agreed to keep the matter quiet until the culprits' ident.i.ty could be established beyond a doubt.

"Something funny's going on out at Black Hollow, all right," he admitted at last. "I'll send some men out there right away. We'll look over the wreckage and take casts of the footprints. I've sort of neglected you fellows, but this is serious business. I'll drop everything and get on to it. Where are you headed now?"

Frank shot his brother a quick warning look.

"We have to pick up a few things. That fire cleaned us out."

Sheriff Ecker and two members of his force started off to Black Hollow to investigate the fire. They took Simon and Mystery with them.

"I've arranged for Simon to take care of Mystery until we get back," Chet announced when the three were back in the car again. "Especially since we don't know where we'll be sleeping tonight!"

The boys then made straight for the building in which they had seen Wyckoff Webber's office. Frank parked and the three companions climbed 131 the office building stairs. A small gray-haired woman, with a sharp nose, answered their knock.

"Are you Mr. Webber's secretary?" Joe asked her.

"Secretary indeed! Him with a secretary. He's too miserly," the woman snorted.

"I just drop off his mail. I can tell you he's out of town for a few days, if that's what you want to know!"

"Thank you," said Frank, and the boys trudged down the steps to the street.

"Now let's try to find Elizabeth Donner," declared Frank, leading the way back to the courthouse.

As he had hoped, the courthouse had a stack of telephone books for the towns some distance around.

"Everybody take a book," he directed. "Look up Miss Elizabeth Donner."

Less than ten minutes of silent work brought a sharp exclamation from Joe.

44 "Here she is-Miss Elizabeth Donner, with an address in Brook-wood!"

The boys made sure there were no other women with the same name, then went to their car. After consulting a road map, the three chums set out for Brookwood, where they hoped to find out more about the strange Donner brothers!

CHAPTER XVI.

The First Find shortly before noon the yellow convertible rolled along the quiet main street of Brookwood. Large, pleasant white houses with wide lawns and lovely shade trees stood on either side.

"A nice old town," Frank commented, then added, "Fellows, let's be careful with Miss Donner, and not make the same mistake we did with Colonel Thunder."

"How do you mean?" queried Chet.

"We insulted his family pride. These Donners are touchy people. If we aren't careful of what we say, we won't learn anything."

"True," Joe agreed, "and maybe we can find out a little about Elizabeth from somebody here in town before we call on her. Then we can say we met her attractive brother while searching the woods for a man believed lost."

133 "Attractive!" snorted Chet.

"Okay, Chet," said Frank. "I'd like to know what this town thinks of Elizabeth, too. And here's the place to learn something."

Before Joe and Chet could protest, Frank had pulled up before one of the old town houses which had been converted into a business establishment.

" 'Blue Willow Tearoom,' " Chet read from a sign outside. "Oh, no I We're not eating in a tearoom. They wouldn't serve hot dogs, and that's what I want.

Most of their customers are probably fussy old ladies on diets."

"Right you are." Frank chuckled. "And who should know more about Miss Donner than the old ladies? Anyway, I remember Mother's mentioning that she once ate in this town. Let's go!"

A little bell tinkled discreetly as the door opened. Frank, Joe, and Chet, their singed hair combed as well as possible, and their red shirts b.u.t.toned at the collar, sat down awkwardly on dainty chairs placed around a little table.

"Good morning!" A tall woman of middle age, wearing a tiny starched ap.r.o.n, came forward and eyed them with sharp suspicion.

"Good morning," Frank responded with a wide smile. Rising to his feet, he said, "I think my mother stopped here one time. We'd like to have some luncheon. How cool and restful a nice tearoom is on a hot day!"

134 Charmed by Frank's manner, the woman smiled. "What would you like, boys?"

To Chet's astonishment, he was soon enjoying a puffy omelet, tasty vegetable salad, and a tall gla.s.s of iced tea spiced with a sprig of mint fresh from the garden.

"Say," he declared, "I'll have to eat in tearooms more of ten I"

"Well, pick up your napkin," teased Joe. "That's the fifth time you've dropped it on the floor."

"This is Brookwood, isn't it?" Frank asked the woman when she brought strawberry shortcake for dessert. Miss Elizabeth Donner lives here, doesn't she?"

"Oh, yes," the woman answered. "Perhaps your mother has ordered dresses from Miss Donner. She's a perfectly wonderful designer, you know. Customers come to her from all over. She works right in her own home."

"No," said Frank. "It wasn't that. We know some other members of her family."

"Oh, yes, Miss Donner comes from a very good old family. She's a lady, to be sure-but very firm, too, about her business. It's marvelous how well she does!

The family has broken up though, I understand. I don't believe she ever sees her brothers now."

The woman went off to seat a new group of diners, and the boys had no further chance to 135 speak to her. As the three friends walked toward Elizabeth Donner's house, Joe 45 exclaimed, "A dress designer! What are we going to say to her, for Pete's sake?"

"We'll think of something," Frank replied confidently.

"You mean you'll think of something," Joe corrected him. "Count me out!"

"Me too," Chet chimed in.

With that, the two marched away, leaving Frank Hardy alone on the steps of a well-cared-for white clapboard house. Near the door a little sign invited: Ring Bell and Walk In.

Frank found himself in a well-furnished parlor used as a waiting room. Since no one was there, he had time to examine the thick rug, the fine furniture, the tasteful wall decorations, and the well-filled engagement book which stood open on a little table. Evidently Elizabeth Donner's business was a profitable one.

A door opened softly and a tall, handsome woman in her late thirties, with dark hair and the commanding Donner look, came in. At the same time, a little brown dog scurried through the door at her feet and threw itself happily upon Frank.

Stooping to pat the animal, the youth noticed one white ear. His mind raced. A brown mongrel with one white ear! And no collar or tag. Could this be Bobby Thompson's dog Skippy?

Concealing his suspicions, Frank laughed and 136 stood up. "Friendly little pup. Friend of mine had one just like him-maybe it's from the same litter. Where'd you get this dog, Miss Donner?"

"I really don't know where he came from." The woman's manner was friendly but firm. "A brother gave him to me. The poor little thing was lost and he befriended it, but couldn't keep it himself."

"Oh, was that the pleasant Mr. Donner who went with me into Black Hollow to look for a lost friend of my family's?"

Elizabeth Donner shot a searching look at her youthful visitor.

"I wouldn't know," she answered evenly. "By the way, what brought you here?"

Carefully Frank side-stepped the question. Hoping his voice sounded casual, he said, "I was wondering, do you take clients living at a distance? My mother loves to wear attractive suits and dresses. Since I was in the neighborhood I thought I'd ask you."

Miss Donner smiled. "You're an unusual boy, aren't you?" she said. "Not many sons are that thoughtful. Have your mother write to me. Then we'll see."

Watching the tall, self-possessed woman narrowly, Frank wondered, "Is she playing a game? Does she believe me or doesn't she?" But Elizabeth Dormer's smile told him nothing.

"I'll do that," he answered, and quickly left the 137 house. Deep in thought, he returned to the car. He told the others what had transpired, adding, "I think I found Bobby Thompson's dog! Donner probably gave the pup to his sister soon after he stole it."

"Skippy?" Chet sat up, astonished. "What does that man do-steal dogs for the pleasure of giving them away?"

"Don't ask me," Frank answered. "That's all I could learn. Except that Miss Donner does very well with her dressmaking. I'd say she doesn't need any estate money-or any dishonest money, either. But you never know."

"Okay, so this is a blind alley," said the disgruntled Chet. "Where are we cooking and sleeping tonight?"

"There's only one place to solve the mystery of Black Hollow, and that's Black Hollow!" declared Joe. "I vote we camp near there."

Frank jingled the coins in his pocket. "We'd better solve it pretty soon," he warned. "Money's getting scarce. What will we need for tonight?"

"A few cans of food," answered Chet, "and a couple of flashlights."

"And a pad and pencil, so Simon can communicate with us," put in Joe.

After buying these necessities, the three friends started back for Black Hollow. At Joe's suggestion, they drove slowly. "Let's take our time," he 46 said, "and not get there until after 138 dark. Then n.o.body will know we're around."

Accordingly, Chet cooked supper for them at a roadside fireplace and picnic table. At eight o'clock they headed once more for the hollow. Showing only parking lights, the big car climbed slowly up Rim Road. When they pa.s.sed the lighted Thompson house, the boys knew they had nearly reached the top. Once there, the trio hid the car among some trees and started off on foot.

Only a few stars sparkled in the sky. Clouds, black as coal, were ma.s.sing in the west. With flashlight beam jabbing ahead into the darkness, Joe led Frank and Chet a little way along the hollow trail, and then off to one side.

"This spot's level and well sheltered," the youth explained. "I've had it in mind, in case we had to sleep out."

After unrolling their sleeping bags-Chet's had been kept in the car's trunk-the three boys removed their shoes and crawled in. Lying on their backs in the darkness, Frank and Joe stared upward at the trees. A light wind made the hemlocks sigh. From afar they heard a whippoorwill's call. Presently from the hollow came the sad, familiar wailing.

"Screech owl," Joe murmured.

A few minutes later the night was broken by a number of screams.

"Oh, oh, there's the witch again!" said Joe.

"Joe, that isn't the same screaming we heard 139 our first night here," Frank noted. "It's not so harsh, so insistent. This really sounds like a barn owl. The screaming the other night, I'm sure, was human!"

"Maybe." Joe yawned. "Anyhow, this one's an owl. Nothing to get excited about." In another moment Joe was asleep, then Frank.

"Help! Leave me alone!"