The Secret of the Old Mill

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“Drop case or else danger for you and your family.”
This warning addressed to Fenton Hardy not only alarms the famous investigator and his detective sons, but also puzzles them, because Mr. Hardy is working on more than one case. Which one prompted the threat?

When more ominous warnings follow, Frank and Joe suspect there is a link between the counterfeiting case they are investigating and a secret case their father cannot discuss since it involves national security.

The key to the solution of both cases appears to be hidden in the old Turner mill, constructed in frontier days but now a gatehouse for Elekton Controls Limited engaged in manufacturing top-secret electronic parts for space missiles. But the millhouse is occupied by two Elekton employees who are hostile to Frank and Joe and refuse to allow the young detectives to question the company's fourteen-year-old messenger boy who unknowingly may be in possession of some vital clues.

Determined to learn the secret of the old mill, Frank and Joe employ a clever ruse to gain entrance, only to find themselves trapped in a subterranean passageway. How the young detectives extricate themselves from this dangerous situation and unravel both mysteries will keep the reader tense with suspense.

Joe had to act fast to avoid being crushed beneath the turning wheel!

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CHAPTER I

“WONDER what mystery Dad's working on now?” Joe Hardy asked.

His brother Frank looked eagerly down the platform of the Bayport railroad station. “It must be a very important case, the way Dad dashed off to Detroit. We'll know in a few minutes.”

Joe looked at his watch impatiently. “Train's late.”

Both boys were wondering, too, about a certain surprise their father had hinted might be ready for them upon his return.

Waiting with Frank and Joe for Mr. Hardy's arrival was their best friend Chet Morton. “Your dad's cases are always exciting—and dangerous,” the plump, ruddy-faced boy remarked. “Do you think he'll give you a chance to help out on this one?”

“We sure hope so,” Joe replied eagerly.

“Well, if I know you fellows,” Chet went on, “you'll get mixed up in the mystery, somehow-and so will I, sooner or later. There goes my peaceful summer vacation!”

Frank and Joe chuckled, knowing that Chet, despite his penchant for taking things easy and avoiding unnecessary risks, would stick by them through any peril.

Dark-haired, eighteen-year-old Frank, and blond impetuous Joe, a year younger, had often assisted their detective father, Fenton Hardy, in solving baffling mysteries. There was nothing the two brothers liked more than tackling a tough case, either with their father, or by themselves.

Chet gave a huge sigh and leaned against a baggage truck as though his weight were too much for him. “I sure could use something to eat,” he declared. “I should have brought along some candy or peanuts.”

The Hardys exchanged winks. They frequently needled their friend about his appetite, and Joe could not resist doing so now.

“What's the matter, Chet? Didn't you have lunch? Or did you forget to eat?”

The thought of this remote possibility brought a hearty laugh from Frank. Chet threw both boys a glance of mock indignation, then grinned. “Okay, okay. I'm going inside and get some candy from the machine.”

As Chet went into the station, the Hardys looked across to the opposite platform where a northbound train roared in. The powerful diesel ground to a halt, sparks flashing from under the wheels. Passengers began to alight.

“Did you notice that there weren't any passengers waiting to board the train?” Frank remarked.

At that moment a man dashed up the stairs onto the platform toward the rear of the train. As the train started to move, the stranger made a leap for the last car.

“Guess he made it. That fellow's lucky,” Joe commented as the train sped away. “And crazy!”

“You're telling me!” Chet exclaimed, as he rejoined the brothers. Munching on a chocolate bar, he added, “That same man stopped me in the station and asked me to change a twenty-dollar bill. There was a long line at the ticket window, so he didn't want to wait for change there. He grabbed the money I gave him and rushed out the door as if the police were after him!”

“Boy!” Joe exclaimed. “You must be really loaded with money if you could change a twenty-dollar bill.”

Chet blushed and tried to look as modest as he could. “Matter of fact, I do have a good bit with me,” he said proudly. “I guess the man saw it when I pulled out my wallet to be sure the money was there.”

“What are you going to do with all your cash?” Frank asked curiously. “Start a mint of your own?”

“Now, don't be funny, Frank Hardy,” Chet retorted. “You must have noticed that for a long time I haven't been spending much. I've been saving like mad to buy a special scientific instrument. After your dad arrives, I'm going to pick it up.”

“What kind of hobby are you latching onto this time, Chet?” Frank asked, grinning.

From past experience, Frank and Joe knew that their friend's interest in his new hobby would only last until another hobby captured his fancy.

“This is different,” Chet insisted. “I'm going to the Scientific Specialties Store and buy a twin-lensed, high-powered micrascope-and an illuminator to go with it.”

“A microscope!” Joe exclaimed. “What are you going to do with it—hunt for the answers to school exams?”

Frank joined Joe in a loud laugh, but Chet did not seem to think there was anything funny about it.

“Just you two wait,” he muttered, kicking a stone that was lying on the platform. “You don't know whether or not I'll decide to be a naturalist or even a zoologist.”

“Wow!” said Joe. “I can just see a sign:
Chester Morton, Big-game Naturalist.”

“Okay,” Chet said. “Maybe even you two great detectives will need me to help you with some of your cases.”

The conversation ended with Frank's saying, “Here comes Dad's train.”

The express from Detroit rolled into the station. The brothers and their friend scanned the passengers alighting. To their disappointment, Mr. Hardy was not among them.

“Aren't there any other Bayport passengers?” Frank asked a conductor.

“No, sir,” the trainman called out as he waved the go-ahead signal to the engineer and jumped back onto the car.

As the train pulled out, Joe said, “Dad must have been delayed at the last moment. Let's come back to the station and meet the four-o'clock train.”

“That's plenty of time for you fellows to go with me and pick up my microscope,” said Chet.

The boys walked to Chet's jalopy, nicknamed Queen, parked in the station lot. The Queen had been painted a brilliant yellow, and “souped up” by Chet during one of the periods when engines were his hobby. It was a familiar and amusing sight around the streets of Bayport.

“She's not fancy, but she gets around pretty quick,” Chet often maintained stoutly. “I wouldn't trade her for all the fancy cars in the showrooms.”

“Some adjustment!” Joe grimaced. “Think we'll get to town in one piece?”

“Huh!” Chet snorted. “You don't appreciate great mechanical genius when you see it!”

In the business center of Bayport, the boys found traffic heavy. Fortunately, Chet found a parking spot across the street from the Scientific Specialties Store and swung the car neatly into the space.

“See what I mean?” he asked. “Good old Queen. And boy, I can't wait to start working with that microscope!” Chet exclaimed as the three boys got out and walked to the corner.

“All bugs beware.” Joe grinned.

“You ought to be a whiz in science class next year,” Frank said while they waited for the light to change.

When it flashed green, the trio started across the street. Simultaneously, a young boy on a bicycle began to ride toward them from the opposite side of the street.

The next moment a large sedan, its horn honking loudly, sped through the intersection against the red light and roared directly toward the Hardys and Chet. Instantly Frank gave Joe and Chet a tremendous push and they all leaped back to safety. To their horror, the sedan swerved and the young boy on the bicycle was directly in its path.