"Dixon, Franklin W - Hardy Boys 044 - The Haunted Fort (b)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dixon Franklin W)

Frank shook his head. "Just visiting."

After thanking the dealer, the three left the shop. The next moment they heard a cry of anguish from an antique shop across the street. Its owner stood in the doorway gesturing frantically. "Help! Thief! Help!"

The boys rushed to the sidewalk. "Over there!" Joe yelled.

Directly opposite, a small man was running into a cobblestone alley. He carried a picture frame under his arm. The boys sprinted across the street and up the alley. They were closing the gap when the man stopped at a parked black sedan. The Hardys gasped.

It was the man who had stolen the fort painting from the Bayport Museum!

"He's got an old fort frame!" Frank cried out, recognizing the odd shape.

The boys put on more speed as the thief hopped into the car and started the motor.

The sedan roared down the alley directly toward the boys! "Quick, this way!" Joe yelled.

They darted to the right and flattened themselves against a building. The speeding vehicle almost brushed them. In a moment it had screeched around the corner and disappeared up the main street.

A curious crowd had gathered, but were quickly dispersed by a policeman. The Hardys and Chet then went with the officer to the antique shop. The owner explained that the pug-faced man, whom he had never seen before, had offered to purchase the frame. Upon hearing the price, the man said that it was too high, and he started toward the door.

"So I went into my workshop in back," the dealer continued, "and returned just in time to see that scoundrel making off with the frame." He groaned. "An irreplaceable loss."

Next, the boys were taken to police headquarters, where they told their story to the chief. He said a state alarm would be issued for the fugitive. Since the earlier alert, sent out right after the boys' chase on the thruway, the police had discovered through the license number that the sedan was stolen.

"We know the fellow's in this area now," the chief said. "We'll keep you boys informed."

Walking back to Millwood, the three discussed the stolen frame.

"Probably," Frank remarked, "the thief didn't have any luck finding a treasure clue in the paintings."

Joe looked thoughtful, "You think this guy stole the gallery pictures, too?"

Frank stared at his brother. "Say! He could be in league with someone else!"

Back at Millwood, Chet and the Hardys told Mr. Kenyon of the Cedartown incident. "Pretty bold move," he commented, "risking a theft in broad daylight."

"Well," Joe said glumly, "let's hope the treasure clue isn't in that frame."

After some further discussion of the new development in the mystery, Uncle Jim said, "How would you like to get your first look at Fort Senandaga?"

"You bet!"

"Good. Mr. Davenport has asked us to go."

The boys and the instructor went to the mansion, where they were introduced to Alex, the millionaire's chauffeur-gardener, dressed in blue uniform and cap. Tall, with a clipped black mustache, he bowed stiffly to the boys, then moved around to the rear door of a polished limousine.

"Boy, we're going to ride in real style!" Chet exclaimed. "Old Queen will get jealous."

Mr. Davenport came out, greeted them cordially, and all took seats in back. Soon the limousine was heading south along the pretty, winding lake road. Past the end of the lake, the car turned up a gentle hill and paused at a PRIVATE PROPERTY sign. Alex got out and unlocked a wire gate. The entire south end of the fort promontory was enclosed by fencing marked with NO TRESPASSING signs.