Franklin Dixon - The House on the Cliff

The man at the wheel obeyed the command and turned off his motor. But instead of surrendering, he

shouted to his companion, "Dive, Sneffen!"

Quick as a flash the two smugglers disappeared into the water on the far side of their boat. When they

did not reappear, Chet called:

"I'll bet they're swimming underwater to the tunnel. Aren't we going after them?"

"We sure are," Petty Officer Bertram replied. "Tony, can you find the channel which leads to that

tunnel?"

"I think so," Tony answered, eying the smugglers' speedboat which now, unattended, had been thrown

violently by the waves onto some rocks.

"Then we'll come on board your boat," the chief petty officer stated. He left two of his own men aboard

the Alice to guard it and to be ready for any other smugglers who might be arriving at the hide-out.

The rest of the crew, including Bertram himself, climbed aboard the Napoli, and Tony started through the

narrow passage between the rocks leading to the tunnel. One of the enlisted men in the prow of the boat

operated a portable searchlight. Everyone kept looking for the swimmers, as they went through the

tunnel, but did not see them. When the Napoli reached the pond, the man swung his light around the

circular shore line.

"There they are!" Chet cried out.

The two smugglers, dripping wet, had just opened the secret door into the cliff. They darted through and

the door closed behind them.

Tony pulled his boat to the ledge in front of the door, turned off the engine, and jumped ashore with the

others. To their surprise the door was not locked.

"I'll go first," Bertram announced.

"But be careful!" Chet begged. "There may be a man with a gun on the other side!"

The officer ordered everyone to stand back as he pulled the door open. He beamed the searchlight

inside. No one was in sight I

"Come on, men!" the skipper said excitedly.

The group quickly went along the route the Hardys had discovered earlier. When they reached the

corridor and saw the three doors, Tony suggested that they look inside to see if the Hardys were

prisoners. One by one each room was examined but found to be empty.

The searchers hurried on down the corridor and up the stairway which led to the woodshed of the Pollitt

place. They pushed the trap door but it did not open. Their light revealed no hidden springs or catches.

"The two smugglers that got away from us may have sounded an alarm," Bertram said. "They probably

set something heavy on. top of this trap door to delay us."

"Then we'll heave it off!" Chet declared.

He and Tony, with two of the enlisted men, put their shoulders to the trap door and heaved with all their

might. At last it raised a little, then fell back into place.

"It isn't nailed shut from the other side at any rate," Bertram said. "Give it another shovel"

The four beneath it tried once more. Now they all could hear something sliding sideways.

"All together now!" Chet said, puffing. "One, two, three!"

The heave that followed did the trick. A heavy object above toppled with a crash, and the trap door

opened. As before, Chief Petty Officer Bertram insisted upon being the first one out. There was not a

sound from the grounds nor the house and not a light in evidence. He told the others to come up but

cautioned:

"This may be an ambush. Watch your step and if anything starts to pop, you two boys go back down

through the trap door."

Suddenly there was a sound of cars turning into the lane leading to the Pollitt place. The vehicles' lights

were so bright that Bertram said, "I believe it's the police!"

A few moments later the cars reached the rear of the old house and state troopers piled out. Chief

Petty Officer Bertram hurried forward to introduce himself to Captain Ryder of the State Police. The two

held a whispered conversation. From what the boys overheard, they figured that the troopers planned to

raid the house.

Just as the men seemed to have reached a decision, everyone was amazed to see a man appear at the

rear window of the second-floor hall. He held a gun in his right hand, but with his left he gestured for

attention.

"My name's Snattman," he announced with a theatrical wave of his hand. "Before you storm this place, I

want to talk to you! I know you've been looking for me and my men a long time. But I'm not going to let

you take me without some people on your side getting killed first!" He paused dramatically.

"Come to the point, Snattman," Captain Ryder called up to him. He, too, had a gun poised for action

should this become necessary.

"I mean," the smuggler cried out, "that I got three hostages in this house-Fenton Hardy and his two

sons!"

Chet and Tony jumped. The boys had found their father, only to become captives themselves. And now

the three were to be used as hostages!

"What's the rest?" Captain Ryder asked acidly.

"This: If you'll let me and my men go, we'll clear out of here. One will stay behind long enough to tell you

where the Hardys are." Snattman now set his jaw. "But if you come in and try to take us, it'll be curtains

for the Hardys!"

Chet's and Tony's hearts sank. What was going to be the result of this nightmarish dilemma?

In the meantime Frank, Joe, and their father, for the past hour, had despaired of escaping before

Snattman might carry out his sinister threat. After the smuggler left the attic, they had heard hammering

and suspected the smugglers were nailing bars across the door. The Hardys tiptoed to the foot of the

stairway, only to find their fears confirmed.

"If those bars are made of wood," Frank whispered, "maybe we can cut through them with our knives

without too much noise."

"We'll try," his father agreed. "Joe, take that knife I got from Malloy."

As Detective Hardy sat on the steps, leaning weakly against the wall, his two sons got to work. They

managed to maneuver the knives through the crack near the knob. Finding the top of the heavy

crossbars, the boys began to cut and hack noiselessly. Frank's knife was already dull and it was not long

before Joe's became so. This greatly hampered their progress.

Half an hour later the boys' arms were aching so badly that Frank and Joe wondered how they could

continue. But the thought that their lives were at stake drove them on. They would rest for two or three

minutes, then continue their efforts. Finally Joe finished cutting through one bar and started on the second

of the three they had found. Ten minutes later Frank managed to cut through his.

"Now we can take turns," he told his brother.

Working this way, with rest periods in between, the boys found the task less arduous.

"We're almost free!" Joe finally said hopefully.

Just then, the Hardys heard cars coming into the driveway. They were sure that the police had arrived

because of the illumination flooding the place even to the crack under the attic door.

It was less than a minute later that they heard the cars come to a stop outside and then Snattman's voice

bargaining for his own life in exchange for his hostages!

"Let's break this door down and take our chances," Frank whispered hoarsely.

"No!" his father said. "Snattman and his men would certainly shoot us!"

At this instant Frank gave a low cry of glee. His knife had just hacked through the last wooden bar.

Turning the knob, he opened the door and the three Hardys stole silently from their prison.

From the bedroom doorway they peered out to where Snattman was still trying to bargain with the

police. No one else was around. The boys and their father looked at one another, telegraphing a