The Wailing Siren Mystery Quotes

“Just before dark, they left for their boathouse, carrying binoculars as well as the radio. Joe unloosed the moorings and they shoved off. The motor purred into action, but the young detectives decided on a trial spin before heading toward the open sea. “She’s okay,” Frank called, after the boys had circled the bay a few times. He guided the motorboat out of the inlet, which they had negotiated so perilously the evening of the storm. Tonight the ocean was as smooth as a new highway. Stars twinkled in the cloudless sky, but there was little light from the thin crescent moon.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Wailing Siren Mystery

“The farm woman bristled. “Young man, we don’t tolerate no folks like that in this peace-abiding neighborhood!” Frank could have pointed out the error in her contention, but he said nothing. Thanking her for her hospitality, he departed. He walked down the dirt road to Black Horse Pike, where he sat down and waited to be picked up.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Wailing Siren Mystery

“that he sit down in the kitchen and have some rolls and milk, which he accepted gratefully. His feeling of weakness and dizziness was rapidly disappearing. “Is that old farmhouse down the road deserted?” he asked, pointing in the direction where he had spent the night. “Yes, ’tis,” she replied. “The old folks passed away and nobody wants the place.” “Anybody been using it since they left?” Frank asked casually. The woman laughed. “That tumble-down place? Who’d want to stay there?” “Tramps might—or somebody looking for a hideout.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Wailing Siren Mystery

“Mr. Hardy answered. “Frank? ... Is this you? ... Hold the wire a second.” His voice boomed into the distance, “Don’t let that pigeon go!” Frank was perplexed. He could hear sounds of the detective returning to the telephone. “Are you all right, Frank?” Mr. Hardy asked. “I’m fine, Dad,” Frank replied. “I got away. Will you pick me up on Black Horse Pike? I’ll walk there. I’m calling from a farm on the North Woods road.” Joe was listening, too. “We’ll burn up the tires!” he shouted. Frank hung up, thanked the woman, and paid her for the call. She insisted”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Wailing Siren Mystery

“Remembering another farmhouse a mile or so in the direction of Black Horse Pike, Frank set off. He was faint from hunger and the drug, but he kept on. As he plodded up the lane, the farmer’s wife saw him coming and opened the door. She surveyed the disheveled boy skeptically. “May I use your telephone?” he asked. “I’m Frank Hardy, and I want to call Bayport.” On hearing the name Hardy, the woman readily consented. Frank put his call through. As he waited, he noticed that the hands on a mantel clock stood at eight twenty-five.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Wailing Siren Mystery

“It was not long before Joe drew up to the Morton home. Iola and Chet came out to meet him. “Ready for some grand-slam homers?” Joe asked. “I’ll settle for a couple of triple plays,” Iola replied, dimpling. “Let’s go,” Joe said. “We’ll save you a seat, Chet. Frank’s taking Callie.” Soon they were on the outskirts of the ball field. Joe parked the car, bought two tickets, and found seats. “I thought Frank and Callie would be here by this time,” Joe said, looking around. “We’ll hold three seats as long as we can.” The Oakmont Blues trotted onto the field for their warmup. After they had batted a few times and chased a few fungoes, the Bayport Bears replaced them on the diamond.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Wailing Siren Mystery