agreed.
Frank had noticed a stuffed fox, mounted on a shelf, attached to one wall of the conference room. He gave Joe a nudge and pointed it out. While Mr. Warner called his secretary and asked her to send for the personnel manager, the two boys got up from the table to examine the animal.
The fox was crouched in a dramatic, lifelike pose, fangs bared as if about to spring on its prey. Frankâs eyes suddenly widened. âJoe,â he whispered, âlook at this double stitching!â
âOh, oh!â Joeâs face reflected his brotherâs excitement. âJust the way Mr. Roundtree described Batterâs work!â
Was the fox another of Elias Batterâs mysterious stuffed specimens?
CHAPTER X
Mysterious Cries
âMR. Warner, where did this stuffed fox come from?â Frank asked.
The company president looked up absently. From a friend of mine in New York whoâs in the decorating business. Quite a striking specimen, isnât it?â
âYes, it is,â Frank said. âWe thought it might be the work of a taxidermist we know ofâa man named Elias Batter.â
The Hardy boys waited expectantly to see if Batterâs name would evoke any response. Warner merely shook his head. âI never heard of him.â
An hour later, after reviewing the files on various key people at the plant with Jason Warner and his personnel manager, the detective stood up to leave. âThis may have been a false alarm,â he told them, âbut it wonât hurt to make sure.â
Mr. Hardy, who had come to Lektrex in a taxi, walked out with Frank and Joe to their convertible on the plant parking lot. On the way home Joe said, âItâll take a while to run checks on all those people, wonât it?â
His father nodded. âIâll put Sam Radley and some of my other operatives on it right away. Weâll cross-check all names with the FBI, too.â He turned to Frank at the wheel. âIâm wondering why you asked Mr. Warner about the fox.â
âIt just seemed like an odd coincidence if it was Batterâs work. But I guess we were wrong.â
âThat reminds me, Dad,â Joe put in, âdo you recall a robbery a few years ago at the Crescent Jewelry Store?â He related what Jimmy Gordon had said about the suspicion against his uncle.
âHmm. It comes back to me vaguely,â Mr. Hardy replied. âA valuable diamond necklace was takenâa necklace with perfectly matched pear-shaped stones. The case was never solved.â
Joe gave a low, excited whistle and Fenton Hardy narrowed his eyes shrewdly. âYou think the necklace may have something to do with those animals that were stolen from the auction?â
âItâs a possibility, Dad,â Frank spoke up. âIf the crooks thought Batter still had the stones, they might figure one of his stuffed animals would be a likely hiding place.â
Joe added, âThey might even know he had the stonesâespecially if they were on the robbery with him. Whatâs more, Batter told Jimmy that he had something secret hidden away, something that was âworth plenty,â and he wanted Jimmy to have it if anything happened to him.â
âHidden in the house?â Mr. Hardy asked.
âI guess so, but Jimmy doesnât know. His uncle apparently intended to tell him, but they never saw each other again before Batter died.â
Reaching Elm Street, Frank garaged the car and they went into the house. Aunt Gertrude was testing a roast chicken in the oven.
âHumph! About time you three were getting home!â she said severely. âI was beginning to think this bird might go to waste.â
âNo danger.â Fenton Hardy grinned. âIf the boys arenât hungry, Iâll eat it all myself.â
âWho said we arenât hungry?â Joe retorted, sniffing the delicious aroma. âMmm! Aunt Gertrude, you sure know how to cook