recognized Hank Eagleâs voice.
âHi, Hank,â he said cordially. âWhere are you calling from?â
âNew York City. I flew back at lunchtime in Mr. Taborâs helicopter. He told me where youâre staying.â
The Mohawk explained that, during the afternoon, he had rejoined his regular high-steel construction crew working on the Manhattan skyscraper which Chelsea Builders were erecting.
âAnd I spotted something I think you ought to see,â Hank went on. âIt may be important to that case your fatherâs investigating. Could you come to New York right away?â
âYou mean tonight?â
âYes. Something may happen here that youâll want to keep an eye on.â
Joe checked with Frank, and they decided to follow Hankâs suggestion. He gave them precise instructions on where to meet him. Then the boys called Bayport to inform their father, only to learn that he was gone for the evening. However, their mother told them that they had received an anonymous phone message about three oâclock.â
âIt was a man,â she reported. âHe said he was the person with dark glasses whom you saw at Eagleâs Nest this morning.â
âWhat did he want?â Frank asked excitedly.
âHe wants to meet you. Call 555-3621 and ask for Mr. Nest. The area code is 212.â
âThanks for the info, Mom,â Frank said and hung up.
âItâs a New York number,â Joe pointed out. âThat fits in nicely with our trip tonight.â
âRight,â Frank agreed, and dialed the number. An answering service responded, but the operator was unable to arrange a meeting. âMr. Nest,â she said, âcalls in every so often to see if thereâs any word from the Hardy boys. In fact, I heard from him just about twenty minutes ago, so I donât know how soon heâll call again.â
âOkay,â Frank said. âIf he checks in, tell him weâll be in New York tonight. Iâll contact you again around ten oâclock.â
After a hasty meal, the Hardys started the long drive to New York, leaving a somewhat nervous Chet to keep watch on the Taborsâ house after dark. Dusk had fallen as they sped southward on the New York State Thruway, and it was well past nine when they arrived in Manhattan. They parked in a midtown lot, as Hank Eagle had suggested, and walked a block or so to the meeting place.
The Mohawk was waiting for them in a doorway across the street from the skyscraper which was under construction by Chelsea Builders. He quickly told the boys the reason for his call.
âJust before I quit working,â Hank said, âI noticed a lunch box stashed against a girder.â
âYou mean somewhere high up on the building skeleton?â Joe asked.
âRight. The twenty-first floor to be exact. Often, when the men are working, they donât bother coming down to the street for lunch. Anyhow, I figured one of the construction crew mustâve forgotten it when he left. So I opened it thinking there might be something in it to clue me in to whom it belonged.â Hank shook his head as if still slightly incredulous. âBoy, youâll never guess what I found inside!â
âSomething suspicious?â Frank suggested.
âYou better believe it! There was a drawing like a building floor plan, with an X mark and some numbers. At first I thought it might have something to do with the skyscraper weâre working on, but then, as I looked at it closely, I realized that it was a layout of our company offices on Seventh Avenue!â
âWhat about the X mark?â Joe questioned.
âThatâs what made me call you. It indicated the location of the company safe! Those numbers were probably the combination. Whatâs more, there was also a key in the lunch box, perhaps to the outside door of the office suite!â
Joe whistled. âWow! That sounds like a