those judo slams weâve takent Besides, this floor feels spongy. It must have been padded in case of an accident.â
Frank peered in all directions. âLooks as though weâve lost our spook for good.â
âThen letâs search this tunnel,â Joe proposed.
Chet gulped uneasily. âHow do you know what weâll find at the other end?â
âWe donât. Thatâs why we want to find out.â
âB-b-but you said yourself that someone may have opened this by remote control,â Chet said shakily. âHow do we know the crooks arenât using the tunnel right now? Andâand they may even be trying to lure us into a trap!â
Joe chuckled and aimed his flashlight into the tunnel entrance. âThereâs some kind of phone in there, hanging on a hookâprobably an intercom to the house. Want me to call and ask?â
Frank looked serious. âI think Chet has a point, Joe. Maybe one of us should stay here âoutside the tunnelâin case of emergency.â
âOkay, you two flip a coin. Me for the tunnel!â
Frank spun a nickel, caught it, and slapped the coin on the back of his other hand. âWinner goes with Joe. You name it, Chet.â
âUhâwellâheads.â
Frank shone his beam on the coin. âHeads. Guess youâre elected, Chet. But lookâyou donât have to go! Why donât you stay here and Iâllââ
âNothing doing,â Chet protested bravely. âI won the toss, so Iâll go.â With the look of a condemned man en route to the electric chair, the pudgy youth climbed down the metal ladder. He could smell the dank, musty passageway.
Joe was already inside the tunnel entrance. âCome on!â he called back over his shoulder.
As Chet followed Joe into the tunnel, his bulky form brushed the intercom phone off its hook. Instantly a red light flashed on, evidently a signal to indicate that the circuit was now âliveââno doubt a buzzer was ringing at the other end of the line!
Chet clutched Joe. They stared at the unit as if it were a rattlesnake about to strike.
Suddenly a voice crackled from the phone. âHello ... hello!â Joe snatched up the instrument as the voice went on, âIs that you, Waxie?â
Joe responded in a curt, flat tone, âYeah?â
âWell, what do you want now?â the voice inquired irritably. âWhat did you come back for?â
Joe glanced helplessly at Chet; then, snatching at the first inspiration that came into his head, he replied nasally, âOrders.â
âOrders? Whatâs the matter with you, Waxie? You gettinâ absent-minded? The boss gave you all the dopeâabout the disappearing floorââ The voice broke off as if the speaker had suddenly become suspicious. âWait a minute! Whatâs going on out there? Who is this?â
Joe dropped the phone and gave Chet a shove. âCome on! Letâs go!â he muttered urgently. âNow weâve really stirred up a hornetâs nest!â
The boys scrambled up the ladder and told Frank what had happened. All three ran for the car. In moments Frank was gunning the motor and the convertible was roaring off down the lane.
âWhat a bad break!â Joe grumbled as they turned onto the main road.
âIt was my fault,â Chet admitted, âand Iâm sorry. But I sure learned somethingânamely, not to get mixed up in any more of your nutty cases! So next time count me out!â
The Hardys chuckled and Joe apologized for his remark. Between them, the two young sleuths managed to make Chet change his mind by telling him they could not get along without him.
The mantel clock in the living room was just chiming nine when Frank and Joe arrived home. A note propped on the dining-room table explained that their mother and Aunt Gertrude had gone to visit a neighbor down the street.
The boys got apples and milk