poultry.â
âNever mind buttering me up,â she said. âYou boys had a phone call, by the way.â
âFrom whom, Aunty?â Frank inquired.
âThat lawyer, J. Sylvester Crowell. Said heâd be in this office till six, and if he didnât hear from you, he might call back this evening.â
Joe snapped his fingers eagerly. âMaybe heâs been in touch with Mrs. Batter!â
âThereâs still time to reach him,â Frank said, glancing at the clock. âLetâs try.â
The boys hurried to the telephone and Frank dialed the attorney. Crowell himself answered.
âI called in regard to your request to visit the Batter house,â he told Frank.
âYouâve spoken to Mrs. Batter about it?â
âYes. She thinks it very unlikely that you can gain any dues from the remaining stuffed animals. However, sheâs willing to have you take a look at themâon condition that you donât disturb anything else in the house.â
âOf course not,â Frank promised. âWhen could we go over?â
âIt would have to be tonight, Iâm afraid. Mrs. Batter is only back in town for one day, and sheâs leaving again in the morning to visit her sister.â Crowell added that the boys would have to pick up the key at Mrs. Batterâs apartment, and gave her address.
âRight, sir,â Frank said, jotting it down. âWeâll stop there about a quarter to eight.â
Mrs. Batter received the boys with a cold, beady-eyed stare. âJust what is it you expect to find?â she demanded.
Frank smiled and shrugged. âMaybe nothing. But if thereâs anything special about the stuffed animals your husband made, the ones still at the house may give us a clue.â
âWhat do you mean by âanything specialâ?â
âIf we knew the answer to that,â said Joe, âweâd probably have this case solved.â
âYou certainly donât seem to be making much progress,â the widow snapped. âHowever, if you think itâll do any good, go ahead and look. The electricity is still on. But I shall expect to have the key back tonight. Is that clear?â
âYes, Mrs. Batter,â Frank said.
As the boys drove away, Joe grumbled, âYouâd think she was doing us a favor!â
Frank chuckled. âMaybe she is, if this trip helps us turn up any clue to Jimmyâs treasure.â
The temperature had dropped sharply since sunset, and the boys drove with their convertible top raised and the heater on. Joe noticed his brother watching the rear-view mirror. âWhatâs the matter? Someone on our tail?â
âI thought so for a while,â Frank said. âGuess I was mistaken, though.â
On Hill Road they turned up the gravel driveway to the Batter house and climbed out of their car. The boys mounted the porch and Frank inserted the key in the front-door lock. The door creaked open. Both Hardys switched on flashlights and probed the darkness until Joe located a wall switch. The blaze of light revealed a huge, drafty hallway with a winding staircase at the far end.
âLetâs take a look upstairs first,â Frank suggested.
âOkay.â The boys could see their breath in the chilly atmosphere. The wind outside echoed through the house and rattled the shutters.
On the second floor the young sleuths moved from room to room, playing their flashlight beams into each one. All seemed bare and empty except for worn carpeting and a few items of old furniture.
âIt would sure take more than one evening to tap for hollow walls and check the flooring in a house this size,â Joe murmured.
Frank nodded gloomily. âWeâll just have to keep our eyes open for anything unusual.â
One room with a workbench and a musty odor appeared to have been Batterâs taxidermy shop. A scarred desk stood in one corner. Joe pulled open the drawers.