A Growing Suspicion

THE frightened girls raced toward the car, but their speed was outmatched by Pierre Dumont. He overtook them halfway across the parking lot.

" Wait! " he commanded. " Why are you running away? " He extended a purse toward them.

" Oh dear, " said Mary. " It's mine. I must have left it on your desk. Thank you."

" I return it with pleasure, mademoiselle, " Dumont replied. With a slight bow, the manager walked away.

Callie sighed in relief, and the girls hastened toward Chet's car.

" Biff! We're here! " Iola said in a loud whisper.

No reply.

" What happened to our chauffeur? " Callie said, and opened the car door. She looked into the back seat and gasped.

Biff Hooper lay in a heap on the floor, with an ugly welt on the back of his head!

" Biff! What happened! " Iola cried. " Come on, girls. Let's lift him up." It took the combined strength of all three to heft big Biff onto the back seat.

" Thank goodness he's breathing! " declared Mary Todd, her hands trembling in fright.

While Callie chafed Biff's wrists, Iola patted his face gently until the youth opened his eyes.

" Ow, my head, " Biff said, wincing. He touched the welt and winced again.

" Someone gave you an awful whack, " said Iola. " Did you see who it was? "

" I didn't see anything but stars! " Biff commented wryly.

" There's something very odd going on around here, " Iola said with a determined set of her chin. " I'm going right back and talk with Mr. Dumont."

" Wait a minute, " Callie said, putting a restraining hand on Iola's arm. " If Dumont is in on all this, as I think he is, it won't do us any good. Let's report to Frank and Joe, quick."

" I think that would be better, " Biff said. " Boy, am I groggy! "

" I'll drive back, " Callie said. She hopped into the front seat while Mary and Iola remained in the back on either side of Biff. Callie started the car, drove out of the parking lot, and soon was whip-ping along the highway toward Rockaway. She slowed down slightly for a right-hand curve. At the same instant a groundhog plodded into the road. Desperately Callie swerved toward the center of the road to avoid the creature. Just then another car sped toward them from the opposite direction.

Callie gripped the wheel and turned it hard. The cars passed with less than an inch to spare. With squealing brakes, both vehicles pulled over and stopped.

Frank, Joe, and Chet hopped out of the Hardys' car and ran over to the girls and Biff.

" Whew! " said Joe. " That was a close call."

" I'm sorry, " Callie said. " I-I didn't want to hit that poor animal."

" Forget it, " said Joe. " What's the matter with you, Biff? "

" I'm all right now, " the tall boy said, stepping out of the car with Iola and Mary. " Somebody conked me on the head. That's all! "

" What! "

The girls told what had happened at the Palais Paris, and Mary said, " I don't trust that Pierre Dumont, in spite of his fancy French manners."

A quick comparison told the Hardys that the burly man to whom Dumont had whispered must have been Marcel.

" He might have been the one who hit you, Biff, " Frank said. " Maybe Dumont ordered him to case the car and when he spotted you hiding in the back he let you have it."

When Callie told about the three men speaking in a foreign tongue, Frank and Joe exchanged meaningful glances.

" Good for you, Callie, " Frank said. " But think hard, can't you identify the language? "

" No. I couldn't even guess, " Callie replied.

" Let's go back and have a look-see, " Joe said. " Besides, Frank, I brought along enough money to bail out your watch."

Chet transferred his gear, including the detector, to his jalopy, then took the wheel and followed the Hardys' car to the Palais Paris. By this time the parking lot contained many cars.

" They must have really good food here, " Iola commented.

" I hope it's better than their antiques, " Joe said.

All three girls said they would like to see the antique shop.

" Okay, " Joe said. " But don't try to buy anything. It'll fall apart! "

When the woman shopkeeper saw the Hardys she frowned, hastened into the back room, and reappeared with Marcel. Frank gave the girls a questioning glance. A nod from Iola told him it was indeed Marcel whom Dumont had summoned during their interview.

The muscular man did not bat an eyelash when he noticed Biff.

" Well, " Marcel growled at the Hardys, " what do you want? "

" I came back to claim my watch, " Frank said.

As Joe opened his wallet and took out the money, the woman reached under the counter.

" Thanks, " Frank said after the exchange was made. " Now all we have to do is put the spinning wheel together."

Marcel smirked. " Tough luck."

" By the way, " Joe said suddenly to the saleswoman, " where can we find Cadmus Quill? "

Her dark eyes darted to Marcel before she replied, " Cadmus Quill? Never heard of him."

Marcel thrust his head forward menacingly and said, " All right. You got your watch, so scram out of here."

" But the girls want to look at your antiques, " Frank persisted.

" Some other time, " Marcel said, jerking his thumb toward the door. " We don't want you kids in the way of the payin' customers."

Several diners, having finished their luncheon, had wandered in and were looking about the shop.

" Okay, " Frank said to the others. " Let's go."

When they reached the cars, Frank said, " Joe, I don't think you should have mentioned Quill."

" I thought I might catch them off guard, " Joe replied.

" I think you did-trouble is, now they'll really be suspicious of us, " Frank said, " provided Dad's report of Quill's connection here is correct."

" Where do we go from here? " Joe asked.

The young detectives held a hasty conference.

" I suggest we pack up and go back to Bayport, " Frank said. " Joe and I should talk with Dad and then decide on our next move."

The Hardys made a speedy trip to Rockaway for their gear and rejoined the others.

Biff rode in the Hardys' car with Frank and Joe while Chet chauffeured the girls in his jalopy. Five miles later they stopped at the Hamburger Haven, piled out of the cars, and occupied counter stools. After the girls had ordered, Chet boomed, " Three burgers for me, a double order of French fries, and a thick chocolate malted."

While they chatted over their refreshing luncheon, the young detectives were amused by a small boy tumbling on a grassy plot next to the road-stand. As Joe paid for the meal, the youngster ran up, crying.

" What's the matter? " Iola asked. " I lost all my pennies, " he said. " They dropped out of my pocket."

" Don't worry. We'll find them for you, " Chet said importantly. He winked at Frank. " You see what I mean when I say that everybody should have a metal detector? "

" Okay, Sir Galahad, " said Frank, " do your good deed for the day."

Chet hastened to his car. The others saw him frown. Then he ran to the Hardys' car and rummaged through it.

" What's the matter, Chet? " Biff called.

" My metal detector! It's gone! " Chet cried out in dismay.